Lorette ' LOST COUNTRY '

Lost by careless owners,
left in the hands of dern founders,
hidden in the garden,
surrounded by thorn of bushes,
dragged into ants holes,
left naked  outside for it seize sake,
shivering and shaking
like a jellyfish.
Matched by ignorant men,
left to die.

The gorge is sound,
all men meet at market square,
the king's order.
Who can reject?
The heart of the forest
lies the lost country,
thank he village is born a country
which was to begat the village.
Their eyes shall surely see their forehead.

Hunter out,
dreadfully dressed,
a show of force to young men,
maiden rates their men's chests.
Women sing songs of sorrow,
men remained to tell the stories of them
who never returned in search of the lost country.

Round in circle for days,
all incantations chanted finished,
no lifeline,
only lost men
looking for a lost country
and the gods grunt at all their sacrifices.
Would he live the to die in search of the mother of their village?
Lost country,
the angry gods refuse appeasement.
Who shall save them?

Fale Joshua.

This piece opens the pile of problems every part of a country goes through and blames the people for offending the gods who have refused to forgive them.