Masai Mara Migration

Masai Mara Migration When Mother Nature calls A wildebeest then recalls Yonder, to migrate en mass In search of Greener Grass. Great a Hand that beckons Utopia is yonder he reckons Perfect is the Clock of Time Telling of the right clime. Behold, the forest on horns Jutting like stirring thorns Lank calf on mother’s tow Alert not to lose the cow. Bliss is calling I can hear Who would not brave fear To ford the River of Death To the calling Land of Mirth; Survivors of the long trek Or, Croc’ menacing wreck And prowlers in couchant Intend for an easy hunt.... Verdant Land that waves Leaves on trek many graves: To gain a thing though small You stoop to give your all! ** An epitome of the Diaspora and Africa’s Forward March into Liberty and Economic Emancipation. JM 04th Nov’ 2013