Exodus

Exodus From a distant hill far away Shadowed off by a monstrous cloud stormy Lay signs and sighs From an alley tucked away Sheltered off by ghostly shades of moaning moon Flogs chorus a hollow song in a fog The twinkling mirage of sand dunes beyond the blues spells Or lay germs of elusive hope There is a staged dirge replay in chorus Whose devotees retain a moody gear? For there lay labyrinths in the highway of heaven The steaming streaming parties part ways In laughter and confusion In a land beyond x-roads Lay a mused king, Whose utter satisfaction is a maze Like a stone cast into dead waters So are the rumbling and mumbling and bubbling of parties It is a night of distress for the king in haven Whose subjects burrow and wallow in dirt like swine In attempts dire dare the life that slides In such a land infested with giants like Canaan Whose firely tongues cast chunks of jargons to the agitated- masses Here they dismiss great talk for amusements For they have no time unearth play art A selfish motif fed In such a country The king waylay his subjects in slumbered mind Dozing off drowsily in a world free of cares As they wander and wonder Of what a tamed and learned friend and king The king’s haven is heaven And here hell below lay no mercy for masses Lost in a woody distant hilly yonder Are subjects scattered like ants in a stormy rainy night The king long lives in heaven The exodus to Canaan!