we make do

urie, Elzy, Edward
in deserts,where the stripping wind
conspires with old dust to hide
the bones of past that once denied
a chance @habitation here
(we make do

the water tastes of sulfur
(we don't mind)-you get used to it
if you survive drought times
any water hole will do
(we make do

there is no way to make a living
apart from killing-land,stock,trees
all must be brought to their knees
(for us to get through
(we make do

our elders tougher than nails
punched through resisting wood that failed
to amuse as native trees/we bailed
water in tin cans
to make do

desert wins .we blow through
there is not much that we can do
we share all our stories true
and trust our thinner children
might make it through.