My country is on the move
But her legs are those of a dipsomaniac.
The torchbearer forgets to take his promises along
So he leaves my country at
The gate of Canaan &
Moves backward, chewing
His words with every step.
My country’s nose almost catches the
Smell of Milk & Honey
But Jericho is twice as tall.
What does my country do with this wall?
