In Those Day Poem by Michael Popoola

When the houses are but without gates,
When goods were left without charms,
When wisdom lies truly with elders
When the gases do not pollute,
When warriors defends without rewards

It has all gone by,
The blessed memory of the great sailor,
The great explorer in the oceans,
The bold hunters in the dreadful forest

Wing of eagle has broken,
No animal below the green,
Vapour of harm – we inhale,
Freshness is departed from the setting.

Moonlighting tale is no more
Pingling of Pingle, Pecking of arrow bird,
Fresh breeze, new fruits, pure life
Drama of monkeys,
Twinkling wrinkling of time has swallowed it all.