Behind The Scenes of Yesterday

Slowly born and ill-bred

The savage boy has suffered dread

His ways are straight amidst

The wrongs he had to right.

Using no contraceptives, but-

He manages it with thousands

And you could barely hear push-

It is near!

Meanwhile the well-bred and complicatedly born lives away.

The civilised has lacked a lot

Upon all the magic his world has got

He has done more wrongs to right

His ways are deliberate and worst.

In his abode contraceptives are numerous

Yet the uses of scissors and knives

Seem too common and usual.

Whilst the savage knows too little, he does too much

Their apple trees are well nurtured and pruned

You could hardly taste a bite

Unless the gods are consulted.

Theirs ways are right.

The civilised knows too much but does too little.

Their apple trees seem very guarded-

But prone to thieves and social deviants

With wide open eyes, they're stolen away

And tasted before permissions are granted.

Their gods are strict but seem to be less active and powerless.

Because they believe their heights have no bounds

So nature has the right to sway them

To the directions of the wind.