Great Days Gone By Poem by John Sensele

I tell no lies my children
Great life I led with my brethren
Plenty bucks in our pockets
Always at the ready in our ration rockets

To face tomorrow
Flying far away from the sorrow
Seen in the cost of eggs
Unflattered by puny pegs

That now fetch a high price
For a bag of mealie meal or rice
Ghetto families can no longer afford
When trucks cross the ferry ford

You dream would die a natural death
If you strengthen your faith
To escape the scourge of poverty
Which doesn't require much novelty.