Of what it was, it is

I dream of the world that I have never seen
Yet heard and read from bearers of past
When the curse that the world today is
Has not dawned upon and the globe was
Still incognizant of what is called civilization
That had anathemized what was a reflection
Of what we now call Paradise or Shangri-la.

I might be accused of being a pessimist and
As blind to what is termed as now beautiful
And all I have to say is try rip the masks off
That shield from what the world has become
Where humans have unlearnt humanity and
Ignored the fundament of being civilized
And turned into the most grievous animal
Of what has ever been seen and ironical
That we call those as wild that only
Predate for mere survival and none else
Time to face a mirror and question thyself.