The Village We Damage
Who told you that in the village
It is all through garbage
And one can’t life manage?
And who said that every village
Swarms with Evil and The Savage:
The Devil or his Mirror Image?
What we do to the village
Is its picture damage:
Nature’s custodian deserving our homage;
In it few cars and hardly Road Carnage!
Where had sprung many a helpful adage!
And we forget from cities grows no cabbage.
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