Our Ancestor's Burden

I hold a delicate seed of secret in my hand

Come and I will plant it in you

It shall reveal itself in the eyes of your unborn children

But it shall not be spoken of

It would blossom in the wombs of your daughters

But it shall wither by the doings of your sons

Wisdom has long parted ways with a fool

Like a meaningful advise to a conceited heart

Surviving has left a people worn out

Their broken dreams buried under rocks of clay

The season of change has left many the same

Life's worries have grayed the hairs of our young men

The ocean waves beat on our shores pleadingly

They plead on behalf of mortal souls in search of life

They plead for sanity to prevail upon the land

Surely heaven must be awake by now

Because this nightmare of a dream isn't living

This unquestionable answer isn't satisfying

Perhaps God told a joke

And we mortals forgot to laugh amusingly

Our ancestor's burdens get heavier by the day

Because none has learned from their mistakes

They cry out from their tombs to deafened ears

They reveal themselves to blind eyes

Their footprints are dug out daily

But not to be retraced by their children's feet

Their life's work have been dis-continued

Their temple of knowledge has been forsaken

See their sons and daughters wobble in ignorance

With themselves clothed in linen made for ghosts

I wish that I could tell you what I have been told

I wish that I could show you what I have been shown

The morning would come to meet hands pounding on gravel

Some of us would still look on and marvel

Look at all this useless beauty

Look at all that we have

On this sacred land of ever shifting sands

Forgetfulness would soon make islands out of you and I

When it finally happens

Don't 4get to remember that I told you so