Poem: In The Land Of The Ancients

A friend of mine shared a poem with me and with her permission I thought I’d share. It is something to ponder while our masters sell our assets and destroy our environment. What do you do to stop it!

In the Land of Ancients

By Vera

 

In the Land of Ancients,

before the end of time

I owed them two and ha’pence

but the planet was all mine.

There wasn’t much good water;

the birds had long been gone

but in that Land of Ancients

we sang loud my proud song.

We ate the soil, we burned the oil

we feasted without thought;

that species were declining

it meant to us but nought.

In the Land of Ancients

I took, I took, I took

we all took more than paid for,

with blinkered eyes I looked.

We built our towers,

prayed for powers

to deliver us yet more

and in the guise of ownership we stripped Earth to the core.

Oh wondrous Man,

how brightly we did shine,

how gloriously we marched

steadfastly to decline.

Yes, audacious few, they questioned,

they asked me to explain

why conquering Mother Nature

caused her so much pain;

Why acid carried in heavens tears

brought fears

of more sick

babes, and unimpressed by rhetoric

demanded that they know

why lake and river floated poisoned fish

so the economy could grow.

I told them not to worry,

my money brought good to all!

With Mans many achievements

we could all stand proud, stand tall!

In the Land of Ancients, before the end of time

I owed them two and ha’pence but the planet was all mine.

The sun still rises, the moon still falls, the stars bright in the sky

But in the Land of Ancients no man still asks why.

 

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6 thoughts on “Poem: In The Land Of The Ancients

  1. The walking dead people create death,
    for their own funeral pyre,
    in the name of equal opportunity for all,
    to join their ranks,
    in the web of political democracy,
    a caccoon to wrap the corrupt from all walks of life,
    as they all agree on an united pragmatism,
    and take to task eventually the cycle of life itself,
    for that is how the dead create.

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