"Journey to Salma" 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