Welcome to the land where the young eat their DNA
In the small circles of light
Outside the castle walls
Where martyrs and beggars
Form allegiances
With harbingers of doom
To become the small stones
Used as weapons
By the angry mob

Eternally hungry
Crawling with conflicting opinions
But united in dollars and oil
Forgetting the tents of their fathers
Moving beyond the desert
To kill the infidels
Who suck the sand
And grind their bones to dust