We walk under the merciless sun….
Sky- up the above and what it tells
Not expecting grace and warmth.
Love to sit and pray under rain and thunder
Lake Outbursts, river overflows with debris
The blessing of God is only the rays of hope.
No longer clamp down the inner forces,
Moving here and there in the junkyard
Do others join us in our last ditch attempt?
We walk in search of provisions, of shelter,
No food for hungry people, no refuge.
An empty life, we are not free anymore.
The morning red and the evening grey
Only to be slaughtered at the end.