Land Of The Giants

Where the shorelines deep rooted ridges are jagged no trees to see for miles 
Only dust and dry ideas reaching the heights the global fight for equality near the equator while south Sudan suffer to freedom
A force blocks lives 
people over the hills grab hold fire forcing heaven to react 
the vibration Triggering the waterfalls
the stories those that had been totaled left so only angels go and swim them over after they are forgotten 
frozen in the state that walking beings reflect jotting dept to the giants and the ant alike 
crying in a land a servants slaves to a kingdom of forgetful serpents and pinguins 
marching swobbling snakes diving into schools grabbing the tenderest to feast upon counting tomorrow as they chew with their fingers 
digging in the mouth pulling out bits and pieces of torn dreams 
a delight for giants dreaming to find innocence off guard gazing loving the beauty of living

By
Patrick Paul