A whisper has the effect of a roar
One word slips through the desert barricades
The desolate land
One minute word
Infiltrating
Poisoning


Corroding





The devil really is in the details
From the barren sands rises a sliver of hope
A trickle of water
A promise to nourish
This poisoned land
Contaminated





Tainted





That trickle is destroyed
before it has a chance to nurture
Scorching rays strike
intent on annihilation
hope is swept away in a breeze
but its moisture lingers on the barren land
The barricades have been strengthened over time
New security put in place
yet a whisper has the effect of a roar
The droplet of hope slips in
Tirelessly






Defiantly





Continuingly





The whispers, the water droplets, transform
In due time the armor will fall
the land will be fertilized
the endless process will begin anew
the devil is in the details
a whisper has the effect of a roar