Our primal ancestors stormed forth from hostile African terrains
On calloused feet made their way into Asia, Europe and atop the Steppes
They crossed the frigid ice of the Bering Strait, a breathing chain of humanity
Nomadic, indomitable, they endured savage, wind blown sands across august deserts
Traversed both mighty oceans and staggering mountain impasses
Waged knee deep in the crimson blood of war, famine, pestilence
Withstood the blizzard, the flood, the cyclone, the drought
Harnessed colossal sources of energy, conquered mighty plains
And planted both life sustaining crops and towering civilizations
Standing together…Man, Woman, Child have contemplated the heavens
Watched the undying cycles of both Sun and Moon and the
Haze which forever links the two in their changing of the guard
Now, they totter on precipice, teetering on the edge of a lost tomorrow
Perhaps to fall headlong into the stagnant waters of apathy and pretentiousness
Bubbles, imperiled, impoverished, struggling to the surface…if only, if only
Shallow shades of aqua lashing the shores of perfidious parsimony
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