Time Turner

Tell me about the time

Where the moon was the only light that earth needed

To guide it’s nocturnal creatures,

Where it’s inhabitants did not rely on the exhausts of human devices

To color the sky;

Take me back to the age of subjectification

Where the prospect of genius was born within one’s thoughts,

Where life of the innocent was a boundary to every conflict,

And where greed had not yet infiltrated

Every crevice

Of manmade society;

Surrender me to the beginning of time

Where such accusations were not even fathomed into rhyme.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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