Poetry – Faint Echoes

Faint Echoes

 

Faint echoes of past cultures

Resound through our language.

Cultures long gone,

Decimated,

Conquered, enslaved and eradicated.

Tribal humans,

We plunder and destroy.

Extinction is slow.

We make it fast –

Bringing gifts

Of disease,

And advanced technology.

Like arrogant gods,

Believing ourselves superior,

Believing our rights

Are bestowed by gods from above,

We ransack, rape, torture

And destroy.

All that are left are the vestiges,

In words

That we have purloined

And now claim as our own.

 

Opher – 4.8.2020