Adarfi’s village is raided by gunmen today.

His Baba gets shot in the attack, gasping as his life slips.

Adarfi’s Yemma ran him towards escape, his path began to stray.

He jumped to an escaping raft, his Yemma lost among the ships.

Hope welling inside him, Adarfi pushes on in vain.

Ángel preaches his sermons to those who will pray,

Providing comfort to refugees who survive their trips. 

Ángel overlooks police sending broken families away,

Holding mementos of missing loved ones in their grips.

Many locals despise them, the refugees eternally unabsolved. 

Adarfi grabbed hold of a paddle, and the journey went underway.

With only a day’s supply of water, each person gets a few drips. 

Adarfi’s companions succumb as his life fills with decay.

The raft’s threads fray with each wave, tearing as it skips. 

Hope welling inside him, Adarfi pushes on in vain.

Ángel sees bodies float ashore, their skin a morbid gray. 

Some distance offshore, more refugees drown as their raft flips. 

Angél sees the living through the fences, their lives in disarray.  

In the streets, residents view the newcomers and make quips. 

Many locals despise them, the refugees eternally unabsolved. 

Hope welling inside him, Adarfi pushed on in vain.

Workers pull a child’s body up from shore with a crane.

Many locals despise them, the refugees eternally unabsolved.

Ángel prays that one day, this all may be resolved.