A TOWN HALL

Within the heart of the savanna, where the acacias stand tall,
Lies a village with a spirit, a place known as "A Town Hall."
Beneath the African sky, where the sun's embrace is warm,
This community thrives, its heartbeat like a drum's charming swarm.



In the morning's first light, when the world awakes anew,
People gather in unity, with hearts pure and intentions true.
A Town Hall, a sacred space, where voices rise and fall,
A place for dreams to flourish and for wisdom to enthrall.



Beneath the baobab's shade, elders speak with grace and poise,

Their wisdom, like the river's flow, a never-ending choice.

The children listen closely, their eyes wide with wonder,

Learning from the stories of those who came before, an eternal thunder.



The women of the village, their laughter and strength so bright,

With vibrant colors and joyful songs, they light up the night.

Together they weave dreams, like a tapestry so grand,

Uniting hands and hearts, in this sacred, hallowed land.



Under the moon's soft glow, a fire in the center burns,

Where the rhythm of the drums and dance are lessons that one earns.

With joy, they celebrate, their souls forever entwined,

In A Town Hall, a place of love and ties that bind.



Through joys and through sorrows, in this village we stand tall,

In A Town Hall, we're family, one and all.

In the heart of Africa, where the acacias stand tall,

Ours is a town hall different from boulevard or blue stall


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