The Village of Beorma’s

Beornmond’s people I see by day
Tall fat slim young and old
Black white and brown
Rich culturally but poor spiritually

So much to see up till now little seen
So much to do nonetheless little done
Concrete and glass enclosed and full
Open and green and no one to be seen

Independent cultures leading separate lives
Alienation leading to disrespect
Take time out Beornmond’s people
Fill the green spaces and open up

Beorma’s heart is the soul of life
Macedonian disarray need not get in the way
Multiplicity is the flavour of our existence
Respect the moment to harvest the morrow

poem by Alfonso Bruno
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