The AncientsA Poem by GusKnowledge is kept On the hands of the ancients The truth is skeptical For understanding the semantics What was Atlantis Is now vast ocean And Rome only a portion Of that major civilization Can we read with no distortions The hieroglyphs for interpretation? At the end we still do not know Unless together we sew The pieces of evidence Gathering the meaning behind The fine paintings of elegance Either on the rocks in the caves Or the pyramids and its walls There is vivid communication From slaves to gods I wonder if the Aztecs Knew the logics of living Or the Celtic with their singing Knew the arts of Mathematics Were they our teachers And we still refuse to believe? Were the Greeks preachers Who planted the learning seed? The Mayan rituals And the Inca trails Have we become too habitual Or perhaps unspiritual Have we failed? Most of us are really blind About their advancement Although, no one can really find Any suitable explanation For the knowledge and ascension Gathered within their tribes The movements of the starts And the positioning of the sun The precise calendars And the perfection of the constructions Who are we, beyond simple biology? What have we achieved With our high technology?
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5 Reviews Added on February 4, 2015 Last Updated on February 4, 2015 AuthorGusSydney, AustraliaAboutDear souls, Putting in verses the feelings of love, compassion and joy is the best way I found to share positivity and enchant. I hope you all enjoy my writings. more..Writing
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