A Long Time Ago

we were children splashing water
on the river
our dialogues are nothing but laughter
we put no blame
on anybody

the wind our allies and the sun our god
the moon our mother
the caves our secret homes
the sea our ancestors
the land our father

that was long time ago
now we have different names
and we made them our enemies

we shall miss those times
we sit here gritting our teeth
we sit here
on such loud noise
we wait for the promised destruction.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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