Gobbling Turkeys

From the shade the sun is glory Gobbling turkeys make it blurry The sky is blue the heat is calling I don't want to walk, keep it running The Sahara burns my feet, blisters boiling Digging a well, where only angels find water When I look forth, they said search further I don't intend to melt, Shea butters Fold like scarps, brick of sands Scattered across the world, in a flash Leave a mark, signs of times You wield your own sword in your hands Did you slash? An eagle said; be your man