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Once upon a time we painted horses on cave walls.
And danced beside the fire to the tiger's caterwaul.
Hunted and gathered and prayed to the gods.
Evolved and advanced against all of the odds.
Depended on each other,
for survival, day and night.
Rutted and rivaled and fought the good fight.
We were known as primordial,
barbarians and beasts.
Heathens, demons,
pagans and thieves.
Gypsies, kings, fools and pages.
So many titles, so many stages.
Today we have politicians,
generals and tyrants.
Spin doctors, puppet masters,
conglomerate giants.
Fire and brimstone, bible thumping preachers.
Terrorists, racists, pedophilic teachers.
Some say we have ascended,
become enlightened rulers of all we see.
I say to hell with that,
throw me back into the sea.



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On Wednesday April 4th, 2007, Nuri (192) writes:
Well said, soul. An excellent tribute to the times. Thank you for sharing.


On Wednesday April 4th, 2007, BloodySparrow (66) writes:
I love the word play in the middle


On Wednesday April 4th, 2007, Revisable Retina (149) writes:
Cool i like it, the middle and the end rolls nicely



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