One hour until midnight,

A strange and warning silence,

Do we stay – what are the odds though?

Sleep is no defence.

The judgment is to leave,

Sad words will not escape,

Sentiment is beaten,

Just a few things can we take.

A box of precious items –

Photographs, souvenirs,

Silly little trinkets,

A change of clothes, books,

Pillows and some blankets.

Tall trees stand surrendered,

The backdrop of our home,

The sky is red and the air is hot,

And tomorrow is unknown.