The Land Of Nod

by YaYa Nkisi

Once upon a time in The Land Of Nod things where to quiet and that was odd.

Wasn’t no babies crying cause they momma was deep in sleep, drug out from a long night spent with the pipe.

There wasn’t a killing and nobody was dead from a stray bullet lodged in their head. Babies could play in their own backyards without fear of being viewed by predator’s eyes.

Nobody was on the corner hawking their wears, selling death and destruction without a care. Wasn’t no robbing and stealing for dope the man on the corner was now selling hope.

Hope for a better day…Hope for better pay

Hope for peace in the troubled Middle East…

Hope that terrorist won’t find a better way to cause mass destruction on yet another day.

Hope that the crimes committed by mankind will grow less violent in enough time

The elderly, the old, the ancient ones were safe from predators for even one day

We all came together united as one our only concern was love one another and it was done.

I hear a man cry out keep hope alive…..

Yes everything was quiet in The Land Of Nod, wasn’t that indeed very odd…

The Land Of Nod by YaYa Nkisi

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