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In the small verdant village of Kora-Kay
Live peaceful folk who fish, eat and play

At sunset they dance around drum circles and sing
Of yesteryears’ joys and what tomorrow may bring

The words fame and fortune are never needed
As their bounty—food and friends—cannot be exceeded

At death, forever with loved ones they’ll dwell
Knowing of heaven but nothing of hell

One night a group of strange men wander in
Their translator tells them all about sin

There will be no family to greet them up in the sky
Only hell if they believe their own heathen lie

In hell they will burn in eternal flame
For their unrepentant, filthy, naked shame!

They will scream in torment, their pleas unheard
If they do not immediately accept the word

Each child cries and runs to their wailing mother
As elders give despairing looks to each other

Kora-Kay’s chief strolls in to solemnly say
We are a welcoming people, but you must go away

In the small verdant village of Kora-Kay
Dwells a peaceful folk who fish, eat and play

Written 5/29/22
Your Favourite Poem From The First Half Of 2022 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward

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