In the Air
When at last we reached our bipedal stage
we stood with fists raised in the air
We bowed to the brightest stars in the sky
as we worshiped both heaven and earth
We chanted tales to the crescent moon
as we danced to the rhythm of falling rain
yet we stood with fists raised in the air
till the thunder-bird crashed in the plains
When bear and wolf were sacred beasts
while soil and water our precious friends
brought life to mouths of full belief
respect for creatures throughout the land
We stored the harvest and consumed the hunt
praised the god of food and the lord of death
yet we stood with fists raised in the air
till the goddess of truth and justice appeared
Primitive tribes much more advanced
where family the woven fabric of life
stitched tattered ends to meager means
as they held out hope for all species
Yet we cast aside our former faith
dumped toxins for the wind to propel
stole lives for seconds on the silver screen
as we stood on the shore of our living hell
When technology defeated philosophy
we stood with a finger raised in the air
flaunting our thoughtless victory
over a social war - never declared
Copyright © Jack Kenny | Year Posted 2009
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