Water the Green Pasture
A song made by Udehani Chinedu
Water the Green Pasture
A song made by Udehani Chinedu
Wild adventure
Wild adventure is not adventurous........
Many years ago,i left home in search of greener pasture across the desert,i was not alone,we were young and adventurous with of dreams of becoming rich after the journey the crossing desert and ocean.
Journey across the desert is suicidal and waste of precious life ,dream destroyer ,grave of bones and skulls.only place drinking one's urine is an act of survival,drink it or die, written in throat.
A waste land full of unmarked graves of adventurers,they were dreamers like us.
Ferocious reptiles that live here are merciless and wicked like ghosts that feast,haunt this wasteland.
Terrible winds that buries the living that stays still,furious sand severes the skins from the bones.
Scotching sun cant be described,mobile dunes of sand everywhere like its ghost at night.
Many traveller lost to winds,stranded by thirst,sun feasted bones and skulls,dreams are wasted on dunes of sand.
Hopeless land,desert looking at the sea that drained and ruined more hopes and dreams than itself.
Desert and sea are twin brothers that ruin youthful dreams of better life,adventurer's graveyard.Slave raider feed fat from desperate adventurous travellers that would rather forge ahead than quit to fate of wasteland.
Dreams crammed in a tiny truck that fits into desert terrain,filled our hopes with sandy lessons,so horrible to recoil.
We lost our ways several times,driver's incantations unveiled the lost ways,days lost unlocked in his mysterious voice.thirst killed much more than reptiles.
Endless useless wasteland behind us,endless fearful sea before us,both watching over after us ,we cant go back,we can only face the devil claws before us,not minding the horrible jaws behind you.
Few made it to the dream land,more drowned at the sea ,it's a horrible story of greener pasture at a greater price of racism and discrimination we sought in our own terms of adventure.
dont wish to look back,i dont recommend this adventure to anyone,it's sad to recoil,memories of dead friends still haunt us.Everywhere is greener,just water it,nurture and nurse the green pasture.
Many times and years wasted on wasteland,
We only forge desperation as a weapon of our dreams.
Endless useless wasteland behind us,endless fearful sea before us,both watching over after us ,we cant go back,we can only face the devil claws before us,not minding the horrible jaws behind you.
Few made it to the dream land,more drowned at the sea ,it's a horrible story of greener pasture at a greater price of racism and discrimination we sought in our own terms of adventure.
I dont wish to look back,i dont recommend this adventure anyone,it's to recoil,memories of friends still haunt us.Everywhere is greener,just water it,nurture and nurse the green pasture.
