THE VILLAGE

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THE VILLAGE by CZAR-INKS

There’s a village down the road
Whose inhabitants warm hearts
Cannot kill the cold

They wear smiles like long sleeves
Yet beneath lies the burning pains
Like peeling off their skins

There’s a village of wood and mire
Thatched with hatred and jealousy
While their kids play with kerosene and fire

They love madly and deep as bards
But end up like gardeners
Planting seeds within cracks of their broken hearts

There’s a village with a tech addiction
Whose tradition and culture slowly dies
Like a breed on a brink of extinction

They mistake isolation for healing
Whose hunger cannot be satisfied
By eating their own feelings

There’s a village down the road
You will bump into its inhabitants as you walk
I hope you don’t bump into yourself