Perhaps

One day 

They will bury me with my idealism

Stuck in the bones

Like the fossils in the Karoo

Carnarvon -  I once knew you

In the days long gone 

Struggling with Aunty Lou

We cannot eat ideas

So true

One day

They will discover their own idealism (I hope!)

Stuck in the forlorn places

Like the man on the moon

My country - I once knew you

In the days long gone

Struggling still blue

We cannot nurture dreams

Too crude

One day

We will explore our collective idealism

Stuck in the clouds

Like the lone tree on the hill

The self– we once knew

Struggling with the loss of reality

We cannot be spot on

Just hoping

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-10-16.