Games of hilly chase
Lizards playing in the field
Ploughing beds as we chant songs
In crescendo the singers pick, rising and falling
Nursery beds are laid and cover
Into a hut all round to eat
Resting with a local brew
Swear rustics life is fun
Communal cordiality it breeds
Love and compassion it shows
Peace and unity it arrests
Marriage of oneness it feeds
Deeds of others are attain to fastly
Hunting is made by all as they share equally
Praying to gods for a fruitful harvest
Deposing one who breaks the communal law
Everything is relative to all habitants of rustic life
In fun we play in the sun and run in the rain
In fun we dance on the hill and climb the trees
In fun we laugh to our civility backing all form of disunity
by Martin Ijir
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC
Games of hilly chase
Lizards playing in the field
Ploughing beds as we chant songs
In crescendo the singers pick, rising and falling
Nursery beds are laid and cover
Into a hut all round to eat
Resting with a local brew
Swear rustics life is fun
Communal cordiality it breeds
Love and compassion it shows
Peace and unity it arrests
Marriage of oneness it feeds
Deeds of others are attain to fastly
Hunting is made by all as they share equally
Praying to gods for a fruitful harvest
Deposing one who breaks the communal law
Everything is relative to all habitants of rustic life
In fun we play in the sun and run in the rain
In fun we dance on the hill and climb the trees
In fun we laugh to our civility backing all form of disunity
by Martin Ijir
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