The ancient rocks have cracked open;
Large creeks are formed into the rocks
On which our fore and fathers stood upon
To sail their days and anchor their ways,
The ancient rocks of wisdom are gone;
Fast and furious like arrows sent in air,
And the gaps formed are yet be bridged
For the heirs are fragile and futile as death,
The lights that lit their dark days are dead,
Not rekindled and its smoke is choking as death;
The lights of ethics of things are no more;
Sanity has been broken and left for the dogs.
Tell these crawlers of web to surf even more
Maybe someday they'll find a site for some E-senses,
Tell these dwellers of internet to put up some inter nets,
Maybe their snares would catch them the senses they've lost,
O you heirs of Solomon and of David the sons of Adam
O you dwellers of clubs, inns and all of cyber cafés,
Forget not your fore barers who ruled the world with words;
The wit of David, faith of Abraham and wealth of Solomon,
Learn to read maps and the art of listening,
Borrow the wealth of Solomon not the fully of Judas,
Learn from the fall of Jericho and the rise of Babylon.
Learn to see that the moon borrows its light.
Appreciate the essence of knowledge not written;
Those that aren't taught within four corners walls,
And look back into the archetype of things that exist;
Trail back the history of how we all begun,
And know that there were some first and twenty centuries
Before this twenty-first century of menace pedagogy
So whatever messages you want to leave behind for the heirs to come
Let it be something worth your stress and your big times cum.
©HYBRID
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