When the Desert Whispers Back

When the Desert Whispers Back
By
Tingster & The Coyotitos

Verse 1
At dusk I prowl the sand and stone,
Moon a sliver, stars my only light.
Wind’s voice carries chatter of a distant throne,
Where men in towers wage their endless fight.

They speak of budgets, power, walls,
Of who must kneel and who must stand.
Yet here I wander, free, untamed,
No flags, no armies in my land.

Chorus
Let the desert whisper back to you —
I carry memory of what’s real.
When men turn the world to suits and stew,
I stand wild, I feel, I heal.
You sow confusion, reap regret —
Coyote knows what you forget.

Verse 2
They shout of shutdowns, debt, control,
Of peace plans, threats beyond the sea.
One strikes a border, another curtails goal,
Each claims virtue, yet few are free.

They purge generals, sharpen blades of law,
Town to town they send the guard.
In cities, hope grows faint, despair in claw,
Forgotten are the humble, the scarred.

Chorus
Let the desert whisper back to you —
I carry memory of what’s real.
When men turn the world to suits and stew,
I stand wild, I feel, I heal.
You sow confusion, reap regret —
Coyote knows what you forget.

Bridge
Between rock and sand I see your folly:
You seek to bind the wind in chains.
You bargain peace with threats and jolly,
Ignoring justice, choking good that remains.

I run through silence, hunger, thirst —
Not for power, but for truth.
Your towers tremble, your wisdom cursed,
When you forget your better self, your root.

Verse 3
When night grows deep and stars conspire,
I hear your quarrels on the wind.
You hunt for dominion, stoke the fire,
But your souls grow cold, your hearts grow thinned.

I ask: who guards the meek, the weak?
You speak of strength, but bend the weak knee.
In your calculations, you lose the meek,
You lose the land that ought to be free.

Final Chorus (soft, rising)
Let the desert whisper back to you —
I carry memory of what’s real.
When men turn the world to suits and stew,
I stand wild, I feel, I heal.
You sow confusion, reap regret —
Coyote knows what you forget.

Let your towers fracture, your pride unwind,
And hear the desert’s sacred call.
Return to mercy, to soul and mind —
Or else, like sand, you too will fall.