The Village
The village deteriorates
Brother turns on brother
Thighs bear witness to scars
Swords brought in by the army
Are used by the villagers
To strike
To cut
The soul of the village is no longer whole
And will never be the same
Why doesn’t anyone help?
The neighboring villages interact with the village
Yet nobody knows
The village yearns for others to know
To help
But the village is scared
Scared others will know
Scared others will help
The village burns itself from the inside out
No one can see the chaos
For the green eyed guards do their job
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