Journey To Sinah Poem by George Samuel

Arriving yesterday in those years
A behind with images of fear
Too empty for today to share
A handful of scary events we once bear
To join with strangers who were there
Not a willing dispensation the looks they wear
After arriving from a country not near
We ended our long thirst from spring dropping like tears
So we had this end that nature was marred
Even though we heard good news barely with our ears
It was a need needed to swear
Though none gave us the hint to be aware
There were whispers so clear of cares
Which came against things we held so dear
When there was no looking living here
But struggle harder is all we can hear