For those who have nothing left,
But an arrow in the chest:
For them there will be no rest.
For them nobody has wept.
For half an eternity
They will search the love for life;
Them who are so used to strife
For little posterity.
For those who stay kneeled and cry
Because the world is unfair:
Nobody about them care.
They just want to die and fly.
For the rest of our time
Nobody will understand
What it’s like to have no land,
What it’s like to live in slime.
October 2014