Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu Poet Blank verse

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.

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