What Have We Become?

One day we twisted our tongues until we figured out how to talk

and then we stood upright and we learned how to walk

and we we walked to the riverside and we found stones

and we fashioned these stones into arrows

and we hunted the wild beasts

and were hunted by the wild beasts,

only narrowly escaping sometimes

and we gathered fruits, vegetables and herbs

we made medicines and elixirs

we healed one another

we loved one another

we were kind to one another

and we had to be to survive

and because we wanted to be

and because that is human nature

and because there wasn’t government

to teach us greed and fear

and there wasn’t man made noise

so we could hear what was in our hearts

and there wasn’t religion

to beget god and tear us apart

and we made fire and we danced and we sang

and we celebrated the solstices

and we celebrated the equinoxes

and we gave thanks to the earth

and we gave thanks to the water

and we gave thanks to the fire

and we gave thanks to the wind

and we gave thanks to the sun

and we gave thanks to the moon

and we gave thanks to the stars

and we gave thanks to Venus, Jupiter, and Mars

though we weren’t arrogant enough to name them…

but then one day we looked at the wild beasts

and decided we’d try to tame them

and then we walked out of forests

and we took both animal and plant

and we domesticated and we sowed

but we still showed love for one another

and we were still all sisters and brothers

and we still respected our mothers and grandmothers

and we listened to them

and we learned from them

and countless generations passed…

and fast forward only a few thousand years

and our ancestors would be in tears if they saw us

they wouldn’t recognize us

they would be so ashamed

of how barbaric we have become

of how uncivilized we have become

of how selfish we have become

of how greedy we have become

of how needy we have become

of what we have become…

what have we become?

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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