splendid_thought

                       you are bruised all over,                   

        numbed by the penitence of the past

                bleeding beneath the skin

    the winds of anguish have long been blown

   your cries buried by the laughter of the fools

   dumb  to the shout of distress and sorrow

                         stand still;

 feel the waves of poverty engulf you

let the sinking sand of hope run beneath your toes

                wear your cloak and mourn

                let the sun dawn on you

             tomorrow,you'll get through