.
tiny urchan village
Ragged
With the bones and dust
The water !
Rage !
Oh
The gods !
)(
We are
Strong !
We are true !!
But it doesn't seem to matter much
Round here
"""
The soft display
The true man !
Lingers
Binds the wounds and bid we bear on
Until
The deed is done
And the trial
Is over
••
The sun rises
The old woman and the man
The child wanders
The young growing boys and girls
Make their own way
And create their own laws
And their own children
In their own worlds
•
And I am glad
•
We rest for a while and move on
We move and for a while , then stay
Forever where we ought to be
•
The vision of the urchin ragged village fades
Only free peoples remain
in the grandeur of their own choosing
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