He emerged into an ambience of hostility,
Struggling through cunning cords into cool air.
With a tenacious mind and a lion heart,
He will pursue silver spoons on golden pavements.
Bulgy backpacks and squalid sandals,
He will trot tirelessly to many tortuous territories,
where tongues battle but hands unite.
The belief that man must chew his legs off to escape
will cause him to
crawl on his hollow stomach;
jump through stern ropes; and
fly fearlessly which feeble flappers.
Hanger shall never be a lynch,
for his diligence knows no bounds.
Of milk and honey, the land of which his feet will locate,
and the produce of that fertile land will overflow with nectar.
O' milk and honey, an elusive dream shared by his forefathers.
His squalid sandals must rest on such land.
