We are the voice

Of one

The one who cries out

In the wilderness

In the barren,

Voiceless land,

Stifled, muffled for

Far too long

Collectively we cry

In sackcloth and ashes

In unison our words arise

We call forth the land

To grow and nourish

To prosper and flourish

Our desperation yields

Bountiful rivers

Teeming with life

Our insistence sows

Fields of inspiration

We harvest out of necessity.