Gone were the days when green grass
Were succulent in the mouth of a lamb
People seeks for greener pasture
Today leaves are dryer than
Hay in the dessert.
Bird of the west fly,
Fly high above the ocean
Bring me some good news.
Don't bother me with good news, man!
The last survival now flakes.
I sail here for dry food.
Our forefathers wept for halcyon days
Because of their oppressors
But we cry for the halcyon days
Because of our liberators.
No place is cool.
Its a powerful poem, with true feelings. It outlines the fleetingness of life, eg Gone were the days, today leaves are drier etc. The words go deep and involves the readers eg our forefathers wept, but we cry for the halcyon days. Its trully wonderful and i love it! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very NICE and bery TRUE! ! !