I use to eat caviar from wild carps of the river
Now i don't have such a privilege because there ain't any wild carps left
From the river.
I use to have snakes head for dinner
I use to have..
The sun is still there, hotter than it used to be
More rivers are drying up due to pollution and silting
The fishes in the sea are dying at an alarming rate
I long for the carp caviar
I long for key limes I plucked from the tree my father planted
I long for casavas my mother planted
I still remember i climbed the jackfruit tree and saw a big centipede crawling out of its stump
I long for the moment I caught shrimps from the used mining pools
I remember passing a church on a hill most of the time and had reminisces about it without knowing I will be a Christian some day.
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