Let My Village People Watch Over You Poem by Michael Eziudo

This morning I woke up with a thought of you at heart
I thought how far we've come and how well we've fought
We've won all
All the warlords and knights sent to us by economies, turbulence and weather
We brought down their walls in winning them all
I know why

Then I thought of this temporary time we're apart
Bear in mind that we'll be joined together sooner than planned
But before then dearest
While you jump the necessary hurdles of life
Like gathering the necessary ingredients you need for a sweet bread
Ones that will aid your taking the world by storm
And deliver unto them that for which they had earnestly expected your manifestation
Let my village people watch over you

Let my village people take you out and bring you in on time
Keep you safe
And bond stronger our love for each other
I'll watch over you more than they would if I could
But the eyes I see here and there with are theirs
But that we strengthen our commitment two as one to us and to our course in debt to humanity
I pray for you this
Let my village people watch over you

My village people?
Who am I?
I am a son of that bright and morning star
Ever heard of him?
The one they call Lion of the Tribe of Judah
Ever heard of him?
You guessed right
I am of the tribe of Judah
Of the city of Zion
That one covered in pearls but built with no walls

Yes, your guess is as good as my knowledge
Those are my village people
Let them watch over you

Then when you'll wake up at cock's crow to begin baking the bread
And the heats of the fire and smokes that can blind the eyes try to dissuade you
At noon while the loaves are left to cool off and you have pestering flies along with other vectors to deal with
And at eve while they are packaged and distributed
And you need the divine wisdom to discern whom the genuine men are from the fake of all in similar clothing
Let my village people be your monitoring spirit
Let them watch over you

You don't have to pay them anything but a piece of recognition
That one that comes in three folds
Of head to toe in dance in the morning
Hearty discussion and laughing at noonday
And a kiss on the forehead at night
And a token from your purse to help the helpers
But if you forget to do your dues
My village people will love you still as their obligation
But for love's sake I know you'll do your dos
Yet, in all you do let this prayer work for you
Let my village people watch over you