My village

I am a poor village boy
I was born in a village;
I grew up in a village;
I know my village;
But today,
I live in the city;
That is not my village;
I want to go back
To my village;
Where my roots are deeply
Entrenched;
We must join others
To build my village;
As others built the city;
And made it a place to be,
We shall build our village;
We can’t abandon it;
And fill the cities;
The cities are saturated;
We must go back
To our villages
Wherever they may be,
And build them;
And make them places to be;
That will be admired
By others;
Who will want to come
And live there.

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