Our brother
having been to the mountain top
seen the promised land
assured us we will get there.
Some in the family,
the doubting Thomases,
did not believe our brother
failed to comprehend that
he was
the god of love
the lamb of History
sacrificed on
the Altar of History
so that we might
one day be
truly free.
At last!
here we are
on our way
to the promised land
our feet blistered by
the thorny plantation of History
our bodies fatigued from
toiling in Its fields, Its industries
our spirit light
Joy in our hearts
Music on our lips
plenty red wine
baguette
blue cheese and
moist aromatic tobacco
in our sacks.