The land was heavy
With no goodies within the eyes
Run now with every flight
Away to the land that is light
Loaded with goodies for all
Landed
Careressed with fellows
Who cooked lies to build
Castles of falsehood
Love the landlord seeds
Shamed the laws
Escaped the gallows
Then
Joy took its heels
Teeth kept indoor
The skilled rabbits were caught
The lords of the trade caged
Streams of waters from the balls
Ran without hindrance
Gbam
Returned to the land
Heavy with shame
Loaded with pains
Lost in gains
The Journey
Indeed was the last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
last journey. good poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.