Son of the Village
The son of the village.
When things happen they happen fast
One day you are a son without parents
The following day you become a son of the village.
I have left the third of us on the hands of the village
They must have bigger and better hands right?
I hope this hands raise him
I hope these hands care for him
I hope those hands holds him
He is now a son of the village.
Copyright © Lyn Ngesh | Year Posted 2019
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