I’m trying to find those stories of old
When the people did just as they were told
When all was good and so were we
There were no slaves and all were free.
One hand a hammer, the other a gun
Your right eye sees the moon, your left the sun
Behind you problems you have left;
The consequences wait with deft.
Venus rises, discipline creeps ahead;
Mars is sinking, obedience is dead.
Confined to myths of love and war:
No one behaving anymore.
Here, the lowly sparrow defeats the snake,
The rain will fall to flood the quiet lake
Harpies and dragons lost in time
Like Shakespeare’s long forgotten rhyme.
The chorus clearly chimes in with the Greek
The Egyptians hide and the Romans seek
They get along and play so well
Later our obedience fell.
I speak attuned to these myths and write them
Stories of obedience amongst men,
Where did it go, what will become
When we’ve destroyed what we have done?
© Kris Blackburn 17/02/2002