freedom's just a few miles away
not that far though
the journey began a long long time ago
lack of perseverance made it seem as though it's infinite

a journey of just 40 years, now a journey approaching 400 years
the path's full of thorns, gallops potholes
they had journeyed for a very long time
up till now
with no hope of seeing light at the end of the tunnel

trampling day and night, no shelter, no food, no water
for years
at times the harsh wind blew by and took the little they had
leaving them with nothing

once in a blue moon it rained
they'd fill up their vessels with water
but that's not all
it didn't just rain, hailstones fell from the sky and hit them

no coats to ease them of the cold
no umbrella to shield against the falling hailstones
the thunder stroke also
it wasn't an easy journey indeed

pausing for a while was done at a great risk
the hungry reptiles had catch up with then anytime soon
some even crawled, bruising their knees

the old ones couldn't help but increase their pace a bit
it was a survival of the fittest journey
the weak ones were left out
vultures fed on their remains

generations begat generations
still on the journey to freedom
they had no idea as to how close they are to their destination
clothes worn out
they couldn't help but knit a clothes out of the thorns that grew on both sides of their paths

the new borns had to suffer too
not an iota was exempted of the share
each & everyone had to pay the price for the prize
few miles away

lesser pains to endure
just an extra pace required
a land flowing with milk & honey
with paved roads and coniferous trees all over
a dream of ages
about to be realised...