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| Obtained from Mohaart of Deviant Art |
You must understand
The village is hungry
And you are its hand
Empty jerricans will yawn at you,
Howling your name
You must feed them
Empty fireplaces will glare at you
Bellowing your name,
You must feed them
Empty stomachs will grumble at you
Mumbling your name
You must feed them
Empty plates will sit at tables
Wearing your name in invisible labels
You must feed them
Village woman, your job says:
“Cut and feed, fetch and fill
Thanklessly
You must fill bellies from dawn to dusk
Dusk to dawn, dawn to dusk…”
You can sleep, but when it’s dawn
You must answer another yawn.
by Walenda Peggy
