Passage Out Of An Oil Nation

An open gate

Where pilgrims wait

For their host

To eagerly receive.

Far too late

To hesitate

Though they know

They've been deceived.

An anxious knock

Accompanies quiet talk

That the gate keeper

Might up and go and leave.

They huddle and pray

For the far day

Someone will trust them

Or believe.

Though not our kin

It'd be better then,

Learning to die

Or not to breathe.

Reviews

[KWP]

Wow - I have read this through a few times now and enjoy it more with each. There's a whole story here in these few words :) I especially love the last two lines and your use of imagery conjures many a picture in the mind X