what do they have, where they don't
have anything but poverty and anger
do they have love
if not love, at least peace and tranquility
if not tranquility, at least hope
if not hope, at least prayers
if not prayers, at least another new tomorrow

time is yet always ahead
like a labyrinth thread
if their souls could understand
arid lands and desert sands
will it ever change instead
through the scars the emptiness
always seeming less
and less...
arriving soon to hope
from sorrow with another new tomorrow....

Tis true It was a nice surprise to see your write