Boy o boy
Why wasn't I born earlier
When life was sweeter without sweets
The days when humans embraced failure
Knowing it showed us more than winning could teach
When apples and oranges were within our reach
And our best shoes were simply our feet
Times when a smile could not be defeated
When resources were free and not depleted
When trade was fair and equal
When we loved our cultures and their rituals
When we sang with harmony
And our voices were more charming
When we spoke ways of monumental peace

Then times changed, and we begged for clemency.
Then life got bitter with all the sweets.
Then winning became everything.
And failure meant you were weak.
Chances of grasping oranges became bleak.
Then only poor people ever showed their feet.
Smiles became fake and pliant.
Resources worn out and extravagant.
Then goods were exchanged for papers and melted rocks.
Then we shamed our ancestry and despised their ways.
Our voices became harsh,
And irritated the ear.
Then mentioning of peace, became somebody's fear.