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. _______________________________________________________ Learn to earn money with your poems: https://whop.com/prockstem/