Old Wounds

I know village where blessings is their curse From their mountain of gold they mine penury Right in the village square is fountain of thirst where Fathers won't stop narrating to child The old tales of enmity as it was fed to him by his own father and the Father before him Horror stories of perhaps one sided reality Narrated in the moonlight tales and sang as lullaby to the young, not to be forgotten Making it a taboo for the Old wound to heal May the God mute their pitiable requiems And stop retailing and retelling the old tales Of war and how their fathers feet peeled On the battle field fighting a needless battle War that went on so long that the reasons Got lost and forgotten in the skirmishes Animosity traded like coins and cowries Dark rage like we could blot out the sun From shining tomorrow and the sun flower blooming with it, not hiding any detail of its Beauty from the eyes of the world to see Before the town crier dock the ship of tongue Whilst Sailing the waterways of his saliva Let him pass the royal message of Peace Striking the gong with vigour,leaving the sound to the echoes of the Village canyon For the villagers to hearken the royal decree To save the soul of the village and its soil To let the young ones love, let old wounds heal