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Happiness

We the peasants

Trolled on paths ancient

The prints of the wind ran

Could our elder could comprehend

The plans of the Most Ancient of ancients?

 

We knew not where this map began

Seeing scars of the bygone

How the razor-sharp grass pierced the astray

They dragged in mud and damp 

Fighting themselves in their loss

 

Culture is wealth 

Our fathers left more than land

Faith, fate, and the gods hover

Weaving our present for future

Perhaps we pray for favor

 

Our toil was not for the eyes

Who knows what the days bring?

Our functioning was not the only path

Who knows the way to Heaven?

We just wanted happiness. 

Authored by Moses Saywrayn

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