Talk of the past -

A past not worth remembering,

But taught us a lot.

A time when our land was broken,

With war everywhere

And the earth was perishing.

In parliaments 

disagreements rocked every session,

During summits,

backdoor plots forever cooking.

Betrayal was the order of the day.

Everyone was crying

Each a victim of at least one injustice.

Fortunately,

In an unfortunate situation

We started off slowly,

Washing our hands regularly

Minding our health.

It was not discipline as such

To stay alive was purpose,

It all started with a ninja virus

It taught us a lot.

We all parked our cars 

And closed many of our industries.

I could hear the earth take a deep sigh;

An appreciation of pure air for once in ages.

The land began to heal slowly,

Even to the tiniest piece of grass.

We stayed home,

Realised how much we missed each other.

We had been too busy to be around

When we were around,

We were too tired to bond.

Only time we had was to discuss what's needed in the house,

What new furniture to buy

When we're having the next baby

Who died and had a baby today,

How do we make more money?

Yes, we were a broken society.

We drank ourselves to death,

Our body alcohol intake was frightening

Such that some of us seemed naturally intoxicated.

Then the presidents said no beer until we combat this,

We were sent to a sober lockdown

And they were serious;

One uncle watched the earth drink all his booze,

He was forced to watch soldiers empty his bottles

One after the other onto the ground.

The earth rejoiced again,

Cigarettes were taken off the shelves

No more smoking was tolerated for that period

Even the sun smiled.

A lot happened,

People died -

The virus spread at supersonic speed,

Yet some of us were adamant. 

Although many died,

A reasonable chunk of them succumbed to ignorance.

 They could've just heed instructions,

Stayed at home and avoided much.

We were given national lockdowns,

Which many took for natural holidays.

I wish they had known the devil they dared,

We sent them six feet under.

I sure hope you understand my child,

When I tell the tale of the past 

I mean not to scare you. 

The death part is not really a matter,

The healing process is the fact

The precaution to avoid the brokenness is ideal.

I pray you will not die of ignorance in your days,

I tell you this in writing today,

Keep the message in your heart still - 

Remember to do right,

Lest nature will unleash another predator

    just to straighten you out.

Believe you me, it'll be painful

I felt it.

This is a repost from my Parrot Release Blog.