New City

Taking down huts,

getting supplies for new homes.

The farmers harvest

their crops for the new city.

Women get to work,

on the tools of the workers.

The men dig, and dig,

up the old dirt, the cold Earth.

Fires ring the building

sites, the meat and veg are cooked.

The tree and flowers

we put aside by the waters.

Our kids jostled

to watch their parents at work.

We, all of us, here

wanted to build dugout homes,

we torn down our homes.

But, the watchtowers will stay:

we are always vigilant.


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