Those trials in a desperate life,
when the light gives way to-night;
memories collide, needs are denied.

Cold winds piercing UN-sheltered skin,
their lies will try, the tears you’ll cry;
the truth wont unfold before you die.

(Dedicated to the immigrant victims of Libya, the tragedy in humanity.)

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