The spirits of the dead
Cry out to the living in
Their voices carried across the sands
By the nightwinds.
So many voices
Crying out in the wilderness
Justice for the dead of
As you drive across the desert
You can see the bones of the victims
For you can hide nothing forever
In the desert, the shifting sands
And the animals will expose
That which killers wish to hide
And so it is in Dushti Laila
This place of mass graves.