Isaac Abrahams

We Her Children? - Poem by Isaac Abrahams

Out of a muddy soup
Something which had never been appeared
The beginning small has been…

As time and time has passed
Out of the water crawled
The seeds of our civilisation…

As small as it has been
Changes took time and time to reached what we now call:
The modern age of being…

In our strive to become more,
Our strive to move past what we have been,
We have forgotten her who gave us life
And more,
The essences of that which we,
Since time immemorial has been…

Our mother, she no more is to us.
As we,
Trample on her,
Rape her,
Like the whore to us she has become.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 9, 2012

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