In silent awe gazing forth,
A single star pointed north.
Up upon the layered stairs.
Studying those heavenly affairs.
Rooms piled with papers high,
Crinkly, crackling, and quite dry.
Long did they keep,
Records held of crops to reap.
A mighty roar up in the sky,
A terrified mind wondered why.
And from this mind sprung a thought,
That in blood would its service be bought.
A river flowing giving life,
And fueling dangerous strife.
Through a mighty course it run,
Human work it will make undone.
Sanctified with each new thrust,
Engrossed in that primal lust.
Never caring for what is ahead,
Just right there in that bed.
The world as it was back then,
And could well be again.
Different names and places,
A changing mask of faces.
Wagons giving way to cars,
Bonfires giving way to bars.
A world so far apart,
Dwelling in a timeless heart.
How different is this time,
Cannot be captured in a rhyme.
But think before you scoff,
Is it really that far off?
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