To Athena Part 2
To the muses of today; my praise unto thee; my old songs still alive; works now
found everywhere; free unto any and all that are willing to read my words; it is for
humanity itself that Athena had bestowed upon me this gift; the gift of harmonized
thoughts, poetry.
For it was when she herself, Athena; leaving Olympus, came unto me, for
humanities sake; she explained to me the reasons for all the voices we hear
within our selves; “I praise thee Athena, your divinity has taught me how to listen
to all I hear; that which is within and that which is not”.
It was indeed you Athena; blessed art thou goddess, the gifts you have given
me; “May the muses again sing my songs aloud; may men again laugh at the
satirical hymns; may our political opressors again be unfree’d by that which was
bestowed upon me”; by all that is truly righteous; “Thank you goddess, my praise
unto you Athena!”
Now mankind has lost so very much; the wars, famine and plagues of the past;
the sins committed by the churches followers who seek to control
humanity; “Why has thou done such horrid things? Thou has destroyed the great
library of Crete, and for what, again for human greed; I say unto thee, thou has
committed a grievous sin indeed, a sin that can only be repented by the truth of
history; yee that worship god.”
As I did in Crete; here in this new age; where humanity lacks so very much the
soul it had when Colossus stood over the ancient harbor; I have shouted out the
words that Athena has given unto me; I cry now to have them understood.
“Hear me muses, angel and gods alike, I call out to all once more; with my
words help me now to bring back that which has been lost to mankind for O’ so
many centuries; rise in song with me for I am Homerus!”
Within this new life that Athena has set me in; I am bound into the life of a bard;
living in a land that was stolen by those that rule us now; I will be heard by all
those that still value the written words of my songs.
My words, unlike those of the churches; not to be forced upon mortals; it is
those that long for culture, the people that are righteous in their hearts, that I
again write by Athena’s hand; it is upon her path that I walk my life; my dreams
are once again put to paper.
Copyright © Axel Kock | Year Posted 2007
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