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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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