The Cave Man Poem by Josh Alfred

The ancients say its so,
So we to the right go
Roaming in a dark cave
Shadows on the walls
Chained but well-behaved
The truth outside ignites
The light outside is bright
But in there its been so dull.
Idols of lords and themselves
Scattered in the corners
Truth if worth an art to thee
Would not divide with borders
But expand with all its wealth and be
A sum of transcendtal ideas
Not brought down to dusts.
It would exceed all things
And take away all their vital lusts.
A turn you might fail to make
So, if all could reap and carry
They'd come out of cave with merry
Dropping all their useless know-how
To succeed with what was endowed
Upon seeing the fervent light
And straying not so, to imperfect sight.
If all the forms rested in reach of thee
I'd find a man, a man, to teach of me.
Could crocked idols pass away
And all absolute truth come my way
I'd hide it for awhile more
And not make it bane, but great splendor
In the end of trial, truth got him killed.
Outside he walks, spirit willed.