Untitled September

It hurts.

The wind came some days ago. The rain came after.
When the sun arrived, both the wind and rain left, quietly, harshly. People rejoiced. A few grieved after.
Then came the news, that rained till it flood some people, the government finally heard those who wished to deport the "unwanted."
And now, the "unwanted" don't know what to do from here and after...

It hurts.
It hurts.

But with hand in chest, we wait for the sun to come...

hopefully, this time, it will come faster.

September, 2017