Capital Versus Village Poem by M S Newhadney

I don't come from the capital city
Where everything is controlled by capital
Where dominance are: alienation and air pollution.
I come from a faraway village
Where the nature is still alive and gives meaning to your life
Your cheeks can touch morning breeze everyday
Your eyes can watch passing clouds every other day
Hummingbirds singing on trees on weekday
Bees hum flying over the clay

I don't come from the capital city
Where people tend to kill each other in a split second
The reason may be inability to pay the rent
I come from a faraway village
Where the people greet together when the day breaks
A simple shovel is the only thing a farmer takes
You can be a guest there for a week or so
And borrow a boat for sailing with a row
In the faraway village there's no rat race
So it's absolutely a precious grace

I don't come from the capital city
Where the land is valued by dollar and pound
_ The rule of capital _
There's no humane behavior with the ground
I come from a faraway village
Where the land is seen as a kind mother
Embracing everything even sinful lover

A farmer is playing country music afar
It's time for listening and stop the car.