Poem - The Old Days Aren’t Gone

By: Ogeryath Oger

I detested war since it ripped down my settlements but nowadays, I cheer war to rip down my own settlements and make my own folks landless and emigrants. The old days aren’t gone.

The old days aren’t gone indeed. Corruption and nepotism I stood against for having made my folks underprivileged and displeased nowadays from corruption and nepotism I make my riches and erected mansions.

To all the tribes I belonged since the enemies’ bullets never spared any tribe. Death I waited for like the sunrise but nowadays, tribalism I adore to just keep power and blind my own people. The old days aren’t gone.

The old days aren’t gone. Division I condemned and unity I preached but today poisonous unity has become to me and division I cheer among my poor blameless folks.

The old days aren’t gone. Peace is war and when I preach Justice, corruption I mean. When I cheer for nationalism it is tribalism I cheer for. Unity I cry for but division I seek. The old days aren’t gone.