The Promised Land

The Promised Land

A Poem by Alvin L. Kathembe

Bursting at the seams

With the American dream

That far-off utopia

Like Sugarcandy mountain

Land of the free and the brave

Crossing our fingers

Green card lottery

Hoping to win a chance, a life -

Greener pastures.

 

Or, we cram ourselves in containers

Stowaway in ships

Or retract with the landing gear

Or pretend we’re going to study

Then disappear, or get married

Illegal alien?

Haven’t you seen the movies?

Even the extra-terrestrials

Always seem to turn up there…

 

Turns out that Utopia

Is not quite what it seems

Dishwashers, toilet cleaners

The fruition of their dreams…

 

Black Africans scrambling

Dreaming of America

Black Americans dreaming

Longing for Africa…

 

The Promised Land.

© 2013 Alvin L. Kathembe


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Yes all of the immigrants that landed on Turtle Island believed the streets were paved with gold, although not the ones that were brought here against their will, at one time north america held the illusion of being prosperous, now we all know that it is based on a corporate pure debt economy. Same here in Canada and there are many who long for a simpler time an opportunity of just being.

Posted 11 Years Ago


A guided and researched piece that speaks to many generations of people that had the courage of theri convictions and bit the bullet so to speak, a well written piece, well done, good read.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Alvin L. Kathembe

11 Years Ago

Glad you enjoyed it, thanks for taking the time.
Thomas Fitzgerald

11 Years Ago

your welcome.

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Alvin L. Kathembe
Alvin L. Kathembe

Nairobi, Kenya



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