No dove, No voice
Just an indifferent John
No love, no choice
Or the cries of a stillborn
Here, to the land that flows wine and honey
Not of stubborn beauties or charts of money
The sky is rarely ever my shade of blue
And the night makes my daydreams untrue
Shoulder to shoulder they stand on road banks
Tutor frowns, Approval smiles, not a word of thanks
And if I should turn left, or if I should turn right
They would groan and cry, and bewail my plight
Here to land I doubt, you'll ever know about
It lies north of south, where god or sceptre has no clout,
I paint the skies my self, I dye the oceans too
And I bind the east and west together with glue.
First two lines refer to d baptism of Jesus. The concept of the poem is true freedom. 'North of d south' refers to where I'm standin. 'Road banks' can be better interpreted as road flanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem.....flow is perfect......one has to read in between the lines...