The Island Poem by allan macli borges

All Mankind on a drifting boat
Chasing day by day for a view of earth
They realize as never before,
They could not reach it anymore
Tears of oldest and children,
Cries of men and women
Salts the sea running below
All Mankind lies on a drifting boat
Wherever they go sorrow will be
Water and water all-around
And All Mankind wasted on it
Dreaming to touching the ground
No one care about eat or sleep
Eyes just trapped on the great sea

But persistent eyes always see
What so long it wanted to
And a magnificent island
From the fog it came through
Scared too much to talking
All mankind lands on its knees
Outstretched arms to the blue above
Kissing stones or hugging trees
All that souls in grateful released
Since this single day All Mankind
Gave its back to the great sea
They done what they thought was right
They choose fell the ground under them feet