? Poem by Wycliff Entreri

I cast my eyes upon this earth
its Golden Fields not fallow
With this gaze, thou hath seen
a perfect lake crystal, yet not shallow
On my sight I must swear
none claim such beauty

With such joy I must see this fledgling
land's nationalism dwelling
For with such grace I have been
blessed to catch such viewing
How proud they must be
to know such forth, to have this tenacity

Far below, twisted amongst the earth
a tortured snake crawl
Its sediment and woodlands nourish
a prime and feral sum
The trees disbark, the pavement growing
desolation has thus come

But glory fields will thereby hold
and beauty no longer abstain
For by these eyes, I can grow no bolder
but to say by the curves of the mounts, with her I seek to grow older
In the eyes, the heart of land I need to move no farther
but alas I must say I cast from afar and can
forever more draw no closer.