The Way To Holland Poem by Pius Didier

Run run ruthless child
A mile away awaits your guard
Carry the crown besides you
For the path of righteous is due
Past the hills see the island
There is the path to Holland
Take the gaud for a sip
That will revive your swollen rib
With the spear and the shield held
Carefully perambulate with your arm folded
Hear the cheer and jeer of the crooked?
If any questions your destination
Scare them away like a lion
The chosen don't share villas
Each moment the clock ticks
Impale the spear and make an alter
Then look aside for a bowl of water
Then proceed of quenched thirst
Keep walking
keep fasting
keep repenting
Keep sacrificing
For the land of Holland is any moment
Good luck lad you're blessed.