What are we in the world of hopelessness?

we are afflicted by the pain of constantly envisaging happiness.

sadness and abject poverty is the order of the day,

tell me not of a day,

where I’ll glady say,

today is the day,

I seize the day,

for there is nothing to save for any

rainy day.

What are we in the world of homelessness?

our spiritual sanctuaries are no longer sanctified.

we are spiritual hobos,

with no ancestral abodes,

our knees have terrible scabs,

from wounds created by always kneeling down to appease ancestors who disregard our invocations.

only tears running down our faces,

paint a sad picture of our homeless selves.