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
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