The Lost Dance
There was a time when man was the genus
A time when the sound of children playing was the pride of our heritage
We used to laugh at each other’s jokes
Cry when we see our fellows suffering
We mourned for those we lost and celebrate those we found
We were proud of our sanity and dignity was our staff
We would start the morning with smiles and end the day with laughter
Man was at peace with man, the music of the forest
We watched out for breakers and united against our adversaries
Our unity was our strength
We were the pride of the earth
Together we sang with the trees and sat on the wind
We loved, we cheered, we hoped, we gave
It was our heritage
What has happened to the thread stone?
How quickly we have slumbered
Reduced to factions and poisoned by lies
The young are fading away and the grayed are swayed
The children hide in their mothers’ huts
The laughter is gone and the giggling is nervous
We’ve become earth’s disgrace
A garment to hide
If only the drumming never stopped
O! If only.
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