Take me to Canaan
The land full of milk and honey
Let me feed from farms
That grows fruits and houses
No worries, but a herd of sheeps.
Lock me not down for the beast
That scares the north, south
The east and even the west
Where kids eat at will
Take me off this veil
And chase the enemy within
Aching down like a burning fire
Below my feeble ribs
Else, I still won't breathe
For hunger kills kids
Faster than the mask-wanting beast
Take me to Canaan
Hunger batters my belly
With an unfriendly rigid steel.
M.O.A
©Onyedikachi: The Cub To The Seven Gods.
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