THE VILLAGE
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
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