ZION




We're marching to a land we don't know

We just know we have to get there

We don't know routes, we don't know paths

We must move by our hearts

The King said one fruit to a pot

Or one word to a dot.

Of one sin's to a hot, flaming furnace

Then let it be known to a judge, heaven too can burn

But would it then be hell if it still has God

The reason for a blood drenched crucifix


By (Nana Kobina Ghanaba)GrassCutter® Poetry 2016©

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