Early Sunset

Doors crammed and dusty louvers,
Crowded souls threatened the ground's strength,
Hope, anxiety, hunger.
Eyes on the metal door,
A symbol of destiny,
Renewed happiness.
Help.

Doors screeched,
There were runs, screams,
Banging of doors,
No care for slippery floors.
And the white stuff found abode in their arms,
Smiles threatened their faces,
Brown soaked teeth coloured the place.
Of children that will sleep on a stomach full of tasteless porridge.
A new dawn.

I saw grandpa from a distance,
His wide fields full of grain,
And the pregnancy of its soil.
I saw the luck in his voice when he turned it into cash,
They said exports brought more money than imports,
He rejoiced at the thought of his luck.
Trickery.

But now,
Faded eyes and cracked skin,
Lost voices,
Hopelessness,
Bent backs and teary eyes.
Life.
Early sun set.