THE PILGRIMS

Welcome to the holy land,
Old feeble flesh,
Blood parches on your wrinkled face,
Oblivion of thy thunderous charm
With which you snuff some breathing nerves ,
Upon Jacob’s well ,splashing the cold
Water in your mystique hearts,
 
Welcome to Siloam’s   pool,
Young men of milky manhood,
My sister in a white gown –
Of naked breast and naked limbs,
Dipping your peeled purity
In the purest water of the living pool.
 
Welcome to mount Zion,
You cows of Basham-
Mother of the sinful world.
You ate the apple-pine
Of the forbidden tree,
So are you not the cause of the echoing doom/?
 
You are all welcome to the holy land.
With your strength white- wash
Your blood stained sole-
Your stinking feet.
In my sanctuary wash,
In the basket of water
In my holy name.
 
But await Parosia,
When I shall come
Like a thief to announce
The end of the toiling feet.
Your tragic flaw.

© 2004 Franklin Chiakwelu