A tear from a King
can turn a desert
into an oasis
A tear from a King
can turn a desert
into an oasis
Generations in the making
well trodden are these ways
footprints in time leave a path
for the chosen few to follow
along the plain and streams
bridges across rivers
over hills and mountains
different cultures of people
all colours of the rainbow
Life is made up of
cobble stones which break you;
don’t yield, for the stale bread
and mulled wine
is all that we have left to give.