On a Platter and a Tray

I wish I could go back to a time 

When a penny was a dime 

When your grey hair was only die 

When children were still shy 

Living on a farm was still a pride 

We were living, without lies, so wide 

Being who you were was nothing to hide

In your friends and family, you could still confide 

I wish I could go back to the day 

When I still knew my way 

When the people we lost weren't so far away 

And freedom wasn't something I craved 

A home was somewhere you stayed

A time when sorry was something you said 

When privacy wasn't something you would invade

Now, everything is just a role, replayed 

I wish I could go back to holidays on the farm 

To days when the church taught the Psalms 

Now, I feel like everything is a ticking time bomb

Yet, we are told to remain calm 

Oh God, we created our very own sitcom 

Something we can't recover from 

The only thing we love is our Mums 

And we have nothing to trust or rely on

Oh, how I wish, I wish every day

But nothing can wash this iniquity away 

Now, we make do with play 

With what is given to us on a platter and a tray