Through the storms

The absolute weariness I see on their faces

Tired and worn of waiting and longing to reach the coast of liberation

Their silence speaks of nothing but of fading hope

Each with the oar of desperation, rowing through the sea of despair and fear

And each with the fear that only the strong would reach the lands.

2

Sailing through the rough sea of life

Braving the never calm, unruly sea which has swallowed many

Bragging with a gut made mighty with the strength of the bold and the weakness of the feeble that found abode down in its deeps.

And ever ready to wrap its hands of many waves around those that loses their grip on perseverance.

3

The journey we started in high spirit 

And through the many nights we rowed and toiled

Through the blazing heat of the day and the chilling fangs of the night

Each day passed with our strength slipping out of the reach of our use

Each day we await the shout for land ahead

But too many times, mirage became the usual and our imaginations became like reality

Water to the left and water to the right.

4

But a morning came, after so many nights of turmoil and pains

The daybreak of liberation broke its way to our rescue 

Land we sighted far ahead 

And with the last of our strength we rowed and rowed 

And at last we reached the shore and rested our dying feet

We have arrived the land of our destiny, where our ordeals shall be forgotten  

And our pains shall be told in stories for all to learn and to give hope for the yet to arrive.