THE JOURNEY

We get borne every day
And mother wails in joy
For the son of the leopard
Or the daughter of the peacock
Is now borne

We get the life in leisure
And the rest in pleasure
For others live in hardship
Or die of hunger
In this land of plenty

We get a few for our hearts
And Mama says No
For Papa says Never
Or thou shalt inherit none of ours
In this land of plenty

We get married to it though
And the seeds we plant sprouts
For there's milk and honey
Or my neighbor thinks we are happy
In this land of plenty

We get the age for the wise
And my twin brother is a witch
For he married the night runner
Or the daughter of the valley people
In this land of plenty.

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