Tomorrow died yesterday
in our arms;
and here we slothfully sit today
reciting requiems, humming hymns and
playing melancholic psalms
Tomorrow died yesterday
Of famine, starvation and hunger,
because we folded our arms and in the
bosom of extravagance laggardly lay;
and foolishly in sozzled, inebriacy all
our wealth we did squander, leaving her
in dearth to rot and decay.
Tomorrow died yesterday
Of drought and thirst;
drought of wits and skills all lost in ‘the fray’
borne of our avaricious appetite and insatiate,
incarnate interest.
Yea! She died
from sedition’s malignant sores
and the plague of tyrannous wars
0! She died
From the brutal butchery of her dream;
See how we turned her light down low, so dim.
Yesterday
In blindness we shattered her hopes,
and cremated her ambitions;
0! Here, see how she on nothingness gropes,
see now the ashes of her incinerated aspirations
Yea! Yesterday
we smashed her vase of faith,
crushed, trampled and ravaged her puerile flower,
and her virtuous temples we did obliterate,
0! How her delicate fields we did utterly plunder.
Tomorrow died yesterday
And thus our future in the sepulchre of history does lay.
Yesterday we ate today’s yams,
And thus the steep price of fate now we dearly must pay.
We live our today without plans,
And thus, for tomorrow uncertainty leads the way.
Empty lays our barns,
And all that is left is but rot and decay.
0! Tomorrow died yesterday
And all our hopes and aspirations are but chimeras;
Which forever within the ossuary of our past does coldly lay.
Soonest Nathaniel
