Gone Are Those Days Poem by BAYO SALAWU

Gone are those days
When the mores and the norms
Of the land have many says
In drumming our cultural tom-toms

Gone are those days
Sweetened the mouths
Mothers’ morsels
With iru and sorts of aromatic plant
Jointly buried in an earthen pot

Gone are those days
Gladdened the hearts
Past pastoral tales
With which our lads wrestled minds
In the yards at the moonlight

Gone are those days
Sheltered our ancients
Old hamlets
And no burglar burst in

Journeyed their journeys
With four-legged fuel-less vehicles
Or their two staggered sticks
And no blood watered their way

Is there any god of this day
Who will seek, see to it and say
If those pleasant days that gone
Will ever have a good return?