Mankind refugees...

Here I found love.
It was born in the sand,
it grew without voice,
touched the flint-stones
of hardness,
and resisted death.
Here mankind was lift that 
joined the intact light,
the surviving sea,
and attacked and sang and fought
with the same unity of metals.
Here cemeteries were nothing but
turned soil,
dissolved sticks
of broken crosses over which
the sandy winds advanced.