Where We Belong

We’re lost on a vast sea of land,
All sailing in a raggy boat,
No one brought along a life coat,
Who will then give that helper’s hand?
The ground threatens to swallow us whole,
We’re certainly doomed in this hole.
Burnt bridges, burnt hands that built them,
Short walks are long on a sore sole.

Lots of options, where do we stand?
The first to stray turns the scapegoat,
Its arranged ere we cast the vote,
Just a few belong in the band.
We’re Lagos thieves strung to a pole.
Where many gather there’s a mole
Even in the heart of Salem.
It’s a game, each cast plays a role.

Thomas Tee2emm Bot

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