Speaking with the Spirits
I came to ask of them
A knowledge more than sacred
And little known to men
Speaking with the Spirits
I wondered how or when
The earth might come to be
What it was as way back when
When all the men are gone they said
and left returned to dust
When all that builders built
had crumbled left to rust
Speaking to the spirits
I asked what had we done
They said we mauled our mother earth
And now we would be shunned
They told me tears had fallen
from Spirits saddened eyes
They told me blood had fallen
And all would have to die
Speaking to the Spirits
I said I understood
That man had taken everything
Much more than we all should
And so I asked the Spirits
If after the next dawn
Would everthing begin again
Or would everything be gone
The spirits turned their backs on me
Never to return
There's little hope for us they said
It seems we never learn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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