Children Of Earth Poem by Neo Live Free

Children Of Earth



Happier are the times
When it’s easier to hunt
In one’s own little territory
Nothing to fear, from no one to run
Life as bright as the morning sun

It’s groomed up bushes and carved down rocks
Fallen trunks and stacked up trucks
Way laid twigs and wayward ways
And coal tar roads on every turn

Barbed wires and booby traps
Crude knifes and crooked guns
Cheating death, we swirl and run
Draw our life behind the rising sun

Happier were the time
When it was easier to hunt
In one’s own little territory
Nothing to fear, from no one to run
Life was bright as the morning sun

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