THE JOURNEY 2. By A.S Emmanuel
The life of a glorious child lies in thorns.
With tears , pains and blood; let's toss the coins
From grass to grace or to grave? Let's discuss
The innocent souls knew not the fruit or;
Ever met with the fore-fathers.
This groaning is from the fore-fathers consumption.
Lineage circulate the pollution
Even the fifth generation fear to come.
What the gain? Let's discuss
First, who will survive the thorns of curse;
And spell , ye who love bruises
The strong heart that could hold tears.
Out of dust we are made of
But into thorns some ended
Participating in the poor race
Hope is far from them
Who will ? ye who love bruises
With shame and a crimson skin
Frown brows, rough face, water eyes.
Leg full of dust, tore cloth and an object.
White eye ball with a red lens within
Amateur appearance but legend lives in him
Bears all the cross of many , taking the bite
Holes in skin fit a finger
Children plays with it.
But with patient , Voyagers get to the shore.
The past lies storm, waves and shock
In the past, anchors is our hope
The strong storm discourage;
We give praises as though it stay calm
But the storm scream back with wailing
We humble ourselves, not to offend the gods.
We are enslaved with fear not our fault.
But now we're rejoicing
The old memories is gone, we are on the sea shore
The journey is hard to bear
But never relent cause treasure;
Lies ahead, beware.
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