Of Long Ago Poem by tolu ogundare

they said we came so late,
at a time most unfortunate...

theirs was a time of 'many';
flowing with milk and honey

they ate with spoon of gold-
in plates of similar mold

they dine and ate and dine,
till the earth gave a whine...


they said the honey is gone,
the honeycomb is worn;

the land was fat and green-
but now is sick and lean

we ask, 'what made it so? '
they point to long ago

they thought we lack the know,
of what happened long ago...