Dying To Reach The Promised Land..By Peter Addo

There is no secret to hide,
Comunications are instant
And global to villages large and small .
No more hiding from these influences
As they tanscend fortifications
Built to prevent those from outside .
Desperate to reach the promised land
Amid sufferings injuries and death
They scale fences and deserts .
Lurking in shadows that are not there
To wait for a chance and a time .
Risking lives over and over again
To reach the promised land.
They leave homes with one aim
To return home some day with riches .
We never know of the ones who failed
Maybe it takes luck and who can blame them.
The brave die first to get their share
And the rest become statistics.
The news never reach home of those who left.
To look for the promised land that never existed.

Hope And Hopelessness..by Peter Addo

Hopelessness is sitting on the roadside
And chewing cola nuts
That stains your teeth.
The beggar without passion
Walking the empty streets at night.
A sparrow at the birdfeed
Picking up scraps of faded dreams.
And the pills that help you
But last through the night.
Hope is sound and tested.
The unborn that will know life
Never wondering in the cold night
To get where the time is past and late