we came from Africa
clockwise from Eden
spreading over the earth
from the caves of Lascaux
to the steppes of Mongolia
we wandered ever restless
we crossed the Alps
and the Himalayas
and the Bering Strait
we spread over the plains
of North America
we mapped the rivers
we delved the swampland
we conquered the forest
we built our cities
we traveled the globe
we left our mark
the open pits and scars
we fought the wars
we murdered angels
the sons of Cain endure
the bodies of our children
lay strewn on battlefields
and nothing changed
the blue green paradise
has turned to desert
the ocean is rising
in the sacred mountains
we must gather
for a final offering
in the sacred mountains
we must gather
for the final prayer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love this one! Don't love man's negligence, but the poem. Reminds me of my Wall-ocracy. Thanks.
Thank you. I'll look at Wall-ocracy.