BUANASENI

Forgotten, Have We?

And we forget

When the sun used to shine

The birds used to chirp

The meadows bloomed all yellow

In that absence

We continue our journeys

Crawling over cold black stones

Showering with chilling acid rain

Swearing at each other

As if we are different animals

Minding our own fortunes

That in itself becomes the opium

Fuelling our damned lives

Never to consider a turn

When the sign board offers the way

For salvation and a chance

And we still forget

The sweetness of that sun, birds and meadows

That we ought to seek

That we should have embraced

That we must not forget

By Jo Haq

31 July 2024

7:31 pm

Petaling Jaya