Exodus Poem by Ndina Kamaro Muofhe

Taken
To smoothed roads
Where riddles are a language spoken
Like art of legends when they summon the moon
Beheading dark clouds with wrathful beaks
And stopping them from terrorizing their zone

In the silence of the sea,
Merchants fed human flesh to the whales
But a few survived to tell these tales
Dragged down to nothingness
But from the dust they rose

Hour after hour you hear ghosts of eden sing
'Hold on, we're going home
To the land we belong'.
The rage within the guardians of pagan kingdom boils
Through their vision of lies defocusing the offsprings
But still in this wilderness,
They find a way

In this sour hour, sweetness is begotten
Writing stories so forgotten
Children enlightened
Sailing in the movement
To the promised lands
Comforted by redemption songs

Too many beasts in the jungle
With them, they wrestle in their ramble
All roads lead to Rome, they say
And in this desert they are carried through by hope

As the last stage of the armaggedon approaches,
Unity, they must feast on
Otherwise, they'll never defeat this misty beast