In Land of Cockaigne
In the Land of Cockaigne,
No one worked, how insane
There was nothing to do
Everything was there for you.
It was a mythical land.
All you desired was at hand.
Luxury galore
Everything the rich adore
The best of everything was the rule.
In this land of indulgent fools
Avariciousness became a need.
A seed that grew so big and strong
Land Of Cockaigne has long since gone.
What are the benefits of this land,
Where all one desired is at hand.
No benefits that I can see
This land is not for me.
Why would anyone choose to live
In a land of all take no give.
There would be no competition.
Just repetition
No strain, no use of brain
No need to think, no desire
To aspire, no drive, why survive?
I would die, in this land of Cockaigne.
I need water, not champagne.
30/11/20
In Land of Cockaigne
Edward Ibeh
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