These tides of parched-for deliverance don't come from stagnancy anyway-
The light fades out in the hearts of the displaced systematically
And as molten resistance grows from the grievances of needs denied-
Of time misplaced and the gorging out of the dreamy hopes of persistence-
In fear and the faltering progress of days, the right resolutions kick in
As the certainty of failure is eternally erased.
J.Bibi
