The Good Land Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

The light came so narrow like the piercing arrows
Look through the veils and see the shooting stars
Shall this accost the fate to faith?
Surely there is a good land where paradise abounds
The mirror shall not shatter at the strings of guitar
The walls of mire, the city where they grow no old
Surely there is a land with glad tidings
Some cities where the fort reached so high the heavens
There is a land where they need no light to see their truce
Though cut between the scars of today's decay
There is a land where the songs never ends and the spirits are fair
The rivers are pure, lite by the choristers of cherubs
The eternal abode of all faithfuls and the saints
There is a good land where Jehovah is our King, the king of host
There a land where hallelujah is forever on our lips