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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413235" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Village</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the village where I usually stroll along and live<br>An ominous plot against me is put into high contrive<br>These villagers do not like whoever is not rich as their glamour<br>They hold deep rancor to whoever does not march and sing their hummer<br> <br>I would not let you for long guess or think<br>What would happen if into their hand a silk noose will sink<br>Upon my fragile neck they will happily let it fall<br>As they push and tight me against an ancient stone wall<br> <br>Once when my leg by the river was broken<br>No one stopped by to offer any help or even a token<br>Beneath an old oak by the village side<br>I sat in long weeping, in the whole village wide<br>There was no one to ask me why I wept<br>And so for hours under summer heat I kept<br>Brimming the water-lily cups with tears<br>Dry and cold as my immense fears<br> <br>The other time when walking down village streets<br>A guy pass me by and kicked my butt as a treat<br>He laughed and encouraged his fellow to follow the same drag<br>But the other wished he could, since he was missing a leg<br> <br>Those people of village friendly and kind<br>Those who will not put an obstacle out of a mockery sooth <br>In front of my legs since practically in truth<br>They are themselves disabled blind<br> <br>And those who will not mock<br>Me are simply dumb, they use their look<br>And around they go to hide behind a rock<br>With some friends who are deaf and cannot rebuke</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh gentle folks of hostess village who owe a grudge<br>To my calm and unintegrated distant existence<br>Stay on your own hellish folish trudge<br>In spite of my unprovoking persistence</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>  Copy rights 2010<br>  All rights resereved</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Ziv">Isaac Ziv</a><div class=q>
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An ominous plot against me is put into high contrive
These villagers do not like whoever is not rich as their glamour
They hold deep rancor to whoever does not march and sing their hummer
 
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