The land that speaks

This land of flowing trees and succulent earth, 

This is my land as a woman pregnant, in labour it groans, 

My land yearns to give birth to joyous freedom and swaddling fruitfulness, 

But why then, have the creatures turned a blind eye to one another?

Why do kingdoms akimbo waiting for disaster amidst their blood ties and interwoven existence, 

Blood shed is their livelihood, 

Betrayal their badge, 

Language backstabs culture in a quest for supremacy. 

But alas, a new day will come, 

The future shall be the restorer, 

The urchins of their loins shall close all quaked earth, 

The produce of their interwoven existence shall be lovers, 

For behold they shall embrace, 

They shall end this cold war, 

They are the emblem of an expectant future, 

Yes, the years of indifference shall bless the nation.

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