Man was better
In the old days
Living in caves
Eating by hunting
Growing his own crops
No one was there to loot
He was sleeping in peace
At least his heart
Was free to love
He has no hatred
For his neighbors
Never crossed other's
Boundary and fought wars
Very insightful poem, keen observation. A poem of class
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Actually some people still do Bravo!