The Promised-Land
Shouts of jubilation as
They drink the sour milk,
Milked from dead cows.
Dancers moving
Gracefully with cups of
Vinegar at hand.
Belching out foul odour,
Remaining unaware and
Unperturbed.
Children with protruded
Eyes and stomachs
Screaming wildly out of
Excitement?
At a corner,sits one with
Supple body on golden
Throne with choiced
Ladies.
He bellowed
Instructions,as meat of
Sorrow and wine of tears
Are shared.
"This is the promised-land
Merry!"
Indeed they merry,for
A norm it has become.
Some danced with mixed
Feelings,hoping the
Pregnant tomorrow will
Birth a brighter future.
Fingers crossed,if the
Actualization of their
Dream will be reality or an
Illusion.
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
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