Globe
4/4/16
Rituals being conducted with robes
And burning cloves
Before it was automobiles that we drove
It was horses that we rode
And far before that just on feet we roamed
The globe towards the unknown
With weapons made of stone and bone
While continuing to comb
For any proof that we are not alone
Or if we are on our own
Was this originally our home?
In regards to our DNA and chromosomes
Maybe eventually the answer shall be shown
And if not, then could it be found in some kind of cove or grove?
By: Dalton Ogletree
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