BACK THEN

In the life we led,

We were fed,

Not with our pockets fat.

We used to feast,

Three meals at least,

The better,

To rejoice forever,

It’s gone-

We mourn.

Tummies filled with air

We do nothing but stare.

With hunger and starvation as substitutes,

We are turned into filthy destitutes,

Dreams are shattered

Lives are battered,

We remember the heyday,

Sigh and able to say,

A great time well spent,

But it was back then.