The day that will equalize us all

 Sunny day in the mid of July
The people are laughing and dancing
The tribe is enchanted by birth of chief's grandson
They waited for this day for nine months,
And now it is here, everything and everyone,
The culmination moment unfolds
There must be a feast
There must be more than just the birth of a son
No. It's all a sham. Birth of a baby, that's all, we are done.
People make of it something, but truth is it is as much as a miracle
As rising of the sun.
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