The Pacific World Poem by Micheal Nkemchor

My world, a beautiful place
Center of Plenty joy, no worrying case
An atmosphere of “Piercingly Daggers'
Daggers that destroys evil angers

In this world the moon is a lamp
it brightens up the peaceful camp
Here the sun is a candle light
To give the all an intelligent foresight

My world a beautiful place
Where all is in place
The gates are made with Gold
The buildings tall and bold

Here money is sand
there is prosperity in the Land
Milk and honey is water
Still cattle's and bees don't litter

My world, a beautiful place
Where every hole has a lace
A world known as Pacific
In terms of peace it is specific

A world where all is one
Irrespective of color, age or race
This is a world you dream
So it seems