Pilgrims Poem by Felix Emeka George

At the advent of our Crack down
Pilgrims visited the god's places
Before the night touched the ally's sun
drying our ancestral reign,
it enjoyed a procession, travel of saints.
Utilizing it's place and property for the collective experience of a story
embodied in the journey.

Birthed in the world,
the city of David,
in the land of Jews.
Like home for all.
The trudging of pilgrims,
Who say it is a dog's journey.
Pilgrim's life is far from fair
until magi's trek,
through the cruel weather
giving their gold, silver and frankincense
upon the glittering of a beggar-king.
Three times as much
goods they get.
As deserved as their desire.

Who said that's absolute piffle and piffling?
Is the temple of God now lucre temple?
Chiming like amusement arcades
Where the ardent, the pious mourn.
For every believer in at least
a life span.
If you remember
Like the historian of an origin.
gods piffling home
gods of will or men of fear!
Go to profaning the gods!

Of your appreciating anything from the horizon
And labelling ours the liturgical.
Calling it a pigs life.
Do you do pilgrimage or piggery-mage?
It makes sense in your piglike ear.
To our tourist site
our pilgrimage claim unclench.
For that, our hills and forests lay bare though kingly.
In sway we celebrate the end of our pilgrimages.

By: Felix Emeka George
Copyright: 28 March 2017
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