As the skies darken
The wild beast prepare
For the epic journey
In search of greener pastures!
Greener pastures on the other side of the forbidden river
It's a ritual that they cannot forgo
They need pastures,
Or they will die
It's dry in Kenya
And the dark clouds
have moved to Tanzania
The prepare
For the first jump
A jump that will cost the herd
Death
Death in the death river
They jump
Together...
None looks back
For a few have to die
In the hands of the hungry crocodiles
For the rest to get life
It's the ultimate sacrifice
Just like the one the Son of man
Lay His life on
The youngest surviving wildbeast
Makes it to the edge of the river
And she is glad she has made it
Just before the speed of a crocodile swipes her back
And she cries
Her mother watches
And jumps back to get her
But she is too late!
The crocodile has torn her into two
And the cry stops
Then the silence of doom
spells in the air
Mary is no more
Because she did not run fast enough!
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road to nowhere.... somewhere...
PoetryIt's an agreed coalition of the willing! Airlines agreeing to feed the "esteemed travellers" with miniature stuff, nations hoarding gas and water to pass a UN resolution at Newyork, Geneva, Nairobi and Vienna. We are all playing "house" .
