Young World


We were all on our way
to the unfamiliar, also known
as the Promise Land

trekking by twos through seasons
and flashing out Hope
in open shut hands

Our shuffled changed lives
slide a cross, flat earths
with dry aspirations and no fizz

watching each other pose
with fake smiles of brotherhood
as The Promise Land Kids

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