Journey to Salm

focused and resolute as the unchanging sun

all steps alike, by truth convinced and convened

marching on through enraged grey heavens

fierce fiery skies and cold lifeless light

in a way never seen or heard or penned

the deceitful wit of melancholy's bond

object of these wayfarers eagle sight

the burning gloom unblinkingly watchful

pregnant with bale forged from the nether realm's

ready to smote into phantoms of careless whispers

this unified quest for freedom's ample bosom

of a nonage systematically abraded

by gashes of oppression and marginalization

and labeled disgustful by baseless prejudice

the steely roadbed like famishing wolverines

bristle the brittle souls of the resilient caravan

resolved to flounder these soldiers of eclaircissement

unfazed and undaunted the horde of pilgriming Cape Wisents

file forth, chanting melodies born of the Nightingale

like a heartbeat of reason reaching out to exhale

the plight of Israel's children must be made known

measure by measure, drawing Salma nigh

'tis not sympathy they quest nor is it favour

but equity in a fellow's eyes as 'tis in the Begetter's

for all mortal men doomed to croak

journey to Salma, a concept gracious as spring

colourful and blissful and natural, beautiful

charge till Salma chariot of heroes to loveliest palm