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