Promised Land
It’s a place of bright prospect.
Why am I locked in jail?
Live anywhere you’d like.
Did I do something wrong?
Make your dreams come true.
I’ve not eaten in two days.
See how our furrows flow
with milk and honey.
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Tragic!
Great poem, Dennis.
Thank you, Amy!
I like the use of the imperative and the specific apt biblical reference. The disconnect is palpable.
Thank you, Gaby!
I love this.
Thank you!
Oh the irony and hippocracy and did you ever nail it. Super.
Thank you!