You Must Go Away

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