They are soaked from mountain rains and stay near the large rocks because they have no shelter.
They spend the night naked, because they have no clothes, nothing to cover themselves in the cold.
The fatherless child is grabbed from its mother’s breast; they take a poor mother’s baby to pay for what she owes.
I sleep, but my heart is awake. I hear my lover knocking. “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one. My head is wet with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
Those who once ate fine foods are now starving in the streets. People who grew up wearing nice clothes now pick through trash piles.
The world was not good enough for them! They wandered in deserts and mountains, living in caves and holes in the earth.