What Is It All About Poem by George Bernard Hough

What is it all about?
a human voice is heard to shout.
It cannot be a waste of time
to have left primeval slime.
Since the day that man arrived
has his future been contrived?
or is it just random events
of which his mind can make no sense? .
Did we evolve or were we made
a role then given, to be played? .
Living in a changing world
were dangers over time unfurled?
Did all begin in Africa`s heat
with basic plan an empty sheet,
modified then by genetic change
giving forth the human range,
of colour, height, strength and brain
to populate the earths terrain?
Did different types form family bands
seeking for the perfect lands
to meet their own genetic need
carrying forth that races seed?
Did those survive who had the mettle
finding places they could settle? .
Did others die along the way?
so never joined this human play,
lost forever, never to be,
a part of human history.
Climate too would play a role,
varying between each pole.
The ones to conquer their terrains
were those who had the fertile brains,
With protein needs for brain and brawn
and to nourish newly born,
a carnivore he had to be,
what animals were running free?
Hunting prey of speed and power
when one to one he was the slower.
Invented weapons, honed their skill
joining forces for the kill.
Used their skins to keep him warm
kept each other free from harm
communal spirit had to thrive
if humanity were to survive.
Vegetation they could eat
added to essential meat.
Learned to cultivate the land
ensured abundance and to hand.
Thus hunter gatherers they became
was this a part of lifes great game?
But if man spread from hotter climes,
Where was he in earlier times?
The thought of an after life gives him solace.
Thoughts of nothing just seem out of place.
As he looks around at this wide world of ours,
at mountains and seas, the wildlife and flowers.
How can all of this just cease to exist?
After time, even he, shan`t be missed.
Those that have passed have savoured the scenes
as they who are here, till death intervenes.
There will come a time when Gods will is done
and nothing exists not even our sun.
When this is the case who is left here to shout
'Please tell me what it was all about'





Copyright B Hough 2011