We May Have Lost It
By George Amadi
There was a time
Lads roped hands
Down the lane
Without a care
In the world skipped
There was a time
They wore rags
Down the path
Without a care
In the world tilled
There was a time
They wove traps
Down the slope
Without a care
In the world fished
There was a time
They dug holes
Down the line
Without a care
In the world hunted
But in today’s world
Where lucre only
counts
Growing children
A place of value
In the scheme
Of things
Occupy not
Watching a poor child
Drown at sea
On television
Following rejection
From nation
To nation
A thought wild
At my mind gnaws:
Have we
At last lost it?
Lagos, Sept. 11, 2015
