UNTITLED
The village from far looks perfect
Completely united and far from neglect
Home to all when all is home
You can almost taste the "Unity"
Well that's the hope for every community
The village now closer lacks respect
And is the perfect look of neglect.
The orphan is shunned and called names
And wealth drives all insane and desperate
Yet those of wealth play the greedy games
Fathers from their responsibilities flee without shame
Leaving young mothers and bastards with no name
Bloodshed everywhere in the chase for power
Scorching the innocent to wilt like a flower
It is not all bad from roots upwards
It is also home to the drunkard artist
Who sings it all whilst our wriggling waist twist
Rhythm for rhythm we embrace the sunset.
The Village from far hopefully looks on.
Kandlelight Rhymez
Pampanaa
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