Post by redraven on Nov 27, 2007 20:59:48 GMT -1
Following on from my post in the "Creative People" thread, here is my ramble. I did this over 2 sessions of 15 mins early in the morning before leaving for work and by early I am talking 6am in the morning. People who view TDN will have seen this before. This was my first poetic attempt since the mid 70's.
In the mists of times gone by
When the land would freeze or fry
For the first time stood an ape
And in his mind, we speculate
As he gazed into the sky
The thought - Is it You?
RR
As he learned to feed and walk
Came that key, we know as talk
And from the few did spring the tribe
To the Gods, a subtle bribe
Feed us, clothe us, shelter us
Yet still, Is it you?
From the tribe did march the many
Across the land, the stream was steady
Each one a chief, did overlook
His neighbour's patch, his eye it took
Was always greener, always better
The quest, Is it You?
Through the ages, light and dark
The quest was there, it was the spark
To kill, to gain, then came the books
That made it right, to overlook
The pain, the grief and all there is
And still, Is it you?
The Gods they took on many forms
Some with fur and some with horns
Some were human, some were not
Demanding blood that would not clot
Rich and red and freshly drained
Who asks for this, Is it You?
And so today, we are high flyers
The new God science, to take us higher
Our genes to split and rearrange
We do this now, it is not strange
The question still.....
Is it You?
In the mists of times gone by
When the land would freeze or fry
For the first time stood an ape
And in his mind, we speculate
As he gazed into the sky
The thought - Is it You?
RR
As he learned to feed and walk
Came that key, we know as talk
And from the few did spring the tribe
To the Gods, a subtle bribe
Feed us, clothe us, shelter us
Yet still, Is it you?
From the tribe did march the many
Across the land, the stream was steady
Each one a chief, did overlook
His neighbour's patch, his eye it took
Was always greener, always better
The quest, Is it You?
Through the ages, light and dark
The quest was there, it was the spark
To kill, to gain, then came the books
That made it right, to overlook
The pain, the grief and all there is
And still, Is it you?
The Gods they took on many forms
Some with fur and some with horns
Some were human, some were not
Demanding blood that would not clot
Rich and red and freshly drained
Who asks for this, Is it You?
And so today, we are high flyers
The new God science, to take us higher
Our genes to split and rearrange
We do this now, it is not strange
The question still.....
Is it You?