Dispersed among the ruins,
They ran and ran.
Free to wander or set down roots
In this unyielding and scabrous land.
The sands blow wild
Through ragged mountains
Where they course and stream,
A human tide unleashed again.
Rain dropped in torrents now
As the stragglers churned along,
Unsure of where they should go
And if they’d ever truly belong.
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