Clay Settlement Poem by George Samuel

Through the dusty doors
Passed after a thousands years
They are the generations exit
And the residue their exhibit
Their footprint through burdens memories
The going out rising
And slogan on gowns
The heroes and clowns
The cast away and wounded of all times
The dust of a thousands years
The paths of the quick
The rejected and the sick
The observers and beggars
The soldiers and slaves
Are dust leaving for a thousand years
Dust in the sea shore
Dust resting on the mountain side
Dust cast when dust return to dust
Dust taken into the air
Dust forgotten for a thousand years