Dark Days

How many people does it take to make the darkest days? A hundred thousand, a million plus that pray how many ways? Throughout our world that's filled with strife pain and suffering War, not peace accompanied by no shelter from the sun skin dried out their lips are cracked there's no such thing as fun Scratching something on their arm a bug in place of food a plastic bowl though partly broken will hold water from the well the four mile walk too much for most it is their living hell...