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.