Village Poem by Saul Palti
Village
The awful place called theamsmead
where the walls are concrete
and long grass for a seat
someday the villagers will be freed
howl into the night moon
watch the stars fall to the ground
with a silent sound
you will be freed soon
the horses play tonight
but theres no need to join them
because of all the flem
so begin to take flight
Thursday, March 2, 2023
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