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Poem: “Precious Child”

Precious Child

If we wants the child,
The precious,
Get it from mommy and daddy,
How can we does it?

We hides us,
We sneaks around,
Near the ground,
And we calls us, “Village”.

We means “steal,” but we says “raise”.
“Village” is good, “raise” is good.
Takes a village to raise a child!
We gets the precious child !

The child loves us,  Village,
And hates mommy
Hates daddy.
We gets the child to dead them all.

Dead  the mommy and the daddy ,
Dead the aunties and the uncles.
Dead the brothers and the sisters, and
Grandma and Granddad, dead.

All done dead, the family – dead.
Us Village alive.
The precious, the child,

Copyright © Guy McClung 2017