They walked under the belligerent sun
their eyes squinting at the road ahead.
She could only imagine home,
made with smooth limestone
The motley flower gardens
fenced the house like a curtain.
Her fervor to return was like a nomad searching
to quench his thirst in the rippling water.
Fleeing is a germane solution
now home became nothing but an illusion.
Thirst and hunger were accouterments to journey
with the sun continuing to show its inequity
No soul to extenuate their pain
so, no reason for her to complain.
But what reason for this exodus,
what caused them to be necessitous.
She wanted to know who to blame;
the preparator must come and claim.