Those far off days,
Dreams were dreams.
Our hearts heard,
The incantatory chants of our oracles
Ears heard the ecstatic splashes;
Of mermaids in our rivers.
In those yonder days
Our eyes glimpsed the incandescence of a thousand Suns,
Undefiled by men's gluttony,
Laughter was our lot.
Those far off days
Mothers trudged the bush paths
To virgin lands and
There, with Herculean men
Toiled and tilled the land,
From its womb, we reaped abundantly
We fed on Eden.
In those yonder days
Our hearts divined communion with our gods.
Ailments, herbs a cure.
We lived life's vagaries,
Contented we were
But today?
We have changed our laughter to grin
Our peace to war,
And canned our appetite to death
Letting greed consume our hearts
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