The Search

Searching for a place to hide,
To save ourselves from the barbarous tribe.
The bandits had returned and
Our lives were upturned.

Hungry and restless we wandered,
In vain for water and food,
But, in our hearts we knew,
It wouldn’t do us any good.

Then came our grandmother,
Stronger and healthier than out grandpa,
To take us far far away.

The whole village left for a place,
Where they could rest at peace,
No more bandits
No more tribes,
No more blood and
No more bribes.

Day after day passed
We wandered,
Hungry and pale we wandered,
But our woes were
Not to be rendered.

Seven weeks, seven long weeks
Later we came to a camp,
We could see the dim light of a flickering tiny lamp.

Still we search, for that place
We might call home,
A place where dad would return and
We would never be alone.

The search continues
And we are wanderers,
If life is a river,
We still search for its water.