In The Island

Amidst the coral, the reef, the sea Amidst the crowd of folks, of farmers and fishermen like me Amidst their dirty faced children and tiny huts, we see ourselves stranded in the island of lost paradise. For who brought this abundance to this green island? Who sowed this seed of innocense to find their want amidst abundance? Who took away their blood, their life? And yet at one end of this island is a place, set in a pedestal where those who don't labor at all laze around and live in mighty abundance. And those below their might only find themselves dreaming for a once-lost paradise.