THE RURAL DWELLERS RULE!

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The city slickers arrived our village
With Pomp and pageantry like royalty 
We welcomed them to our village 
With variety of food fit for royalty
We stretched to the limit our arms
To welcome them with warmth wholly pure
That could melt glaciers.Our farms
That very day we abandoned for sure

We closed our eyes
When they looked down their bleached noses
At our water without ice
And sniggered at dinner spread with no roses 
They declined the calabash of our local brew 
They came with can beers and the brandy 
In awe we watched them eat canned rice stew
Humbled, but our kids clamoured their candy

Yet, I remembered my journey to their city 
Where the air was conditioned with soots
My ears sandpapered by noises so unpretty 
People racing against time with fancy boots 
Hearts cold, cantankerous co-exchanges over mere money
Pitted rich neighbour against another rich, sad neighbour
I saw pain, despair written on tenants’ faces. Rich kids lonely 
Have phones only, poor ones unschooled, kept in child labour

I’d rather stay in my village with my spring water 
The air is fresh like morning dew
The people are laughter with no bone of a hater
Our piece of peace daily is new
A helping hand avails from every corner
Health and vitality are our co-travelers 
No ritualists as mood killers and thunder
Is kind with sounds of music for revelers

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