Greenfield far far away
In droves luring Africans
Across the foaming flames
Through the Sahara hell
Scaling the stormy Sea.
The sheep in droves
Galloping across the desert
Taking risk in risk, hoping
Till every breath of wants
Dies in want of want.
Many have died
Some are dying
Many will still die
Tell me not why!
Humanity in high flames
Burning in crimson clouds
Coming to outlandish rainbow!
The dead dead!
Would they come back?
To bite the hunchback
Hounding the donkey's back
In search of the greenery.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 5:08 AM UTC
Greenfield far far away
In droves luring Africans
Across the foaming flames
Through the Sahara hell
Scaling the stormy Sea.
The sheep in droves
Galloping across the desert
Taking risk in risk, hoping
Till every breath of wants
Dies in want of want.
Many have died
Some are dying
Many will still die
Tell me not why!
Humanity in high flames
Burning in crimson clouds
Coming to outlandish rainbow!
The dead dead!
Would they come back?
To bite the hunchback
Hounding the donkey's back
In search of the greenery.
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