Did the Germans revere beauty as it was
Revered by the Russians.
Did the Italians savor beauty as it was
Savored by the French.
Who could cherish beauty as it is
Still after five thousand years
Cherished in India.
What do we offer up to beauty today
With an offer not expiring tomorrow.
The pyramids, temples, tombs, tunnels
Left for us to doubt
Atlantis sits far out in the desert
Wretched ring by ring.
If we are to witness our own extinction,
What can we preserve
For those five thousand years from now
To revere, savor, cherish, offer
Beyond all wretched doubt.
Our digital legacy deleted
With the same convenience it provided.
Can we hope to move a stone
Heavy enough to matter.
Can a Russian chorus sing of Krishna,
If Mayan legends sing of Atlan.
Can we leave behind a song
And hope tomorrow’s people still sing.
There will be unspeakable horrors
Quickly forgotten.
What beauty can we create
Withstanding propaganda absolute-
******** proof.
Straying far enough beyond
The Georgia Guidestones,
Vedas not so hard to comprehend.
Something beautiful enough to promise
Women never again suffer this insane
Inferred and feigned inferiority.
Never again this amnesia.
Can we not all agree
We’ve all been fooled,
And instead of starting over,
Write our song in words of stone.
Stone heavy enough to matter.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 4:59 AM UTC
Did the Germans revere beauty as it was
Revered by the Russians.
Did the Italians savor beauty as it was
Savored by the French.
Who could cherish beauty as it is
Still after five thousand years
Cherished in India.
What do we offer up to beauty today
With an offer not expiring tomorrow.
The pyramids, temples, tombs, tunnels
Left for us to doubt
Atlantis sits far out in the desert
Wretched ring by ring.
If we are to witness our own extinction,
What can we preserve
For those five thousand years from now
To revere, savor, cherish, offer
Beyond all wretched doubt.
Our digital legacy deleted
With the same convenience it provided.
Can we hope to move a stone
Heavy enough to matter.
Can a Russian chorus sing of Krishna,
If Mayan legends sing of Atlan.
Can we leave behind a song
And hope tomorrow’s people still sing.
There will be unspeakable horrors
Quickly forgotten.
What beauty can we create
Withstanding propaganda absolute-
******** proof.
Straying far enough beyond
The Georgia Guidestones,
Vedas not so hard to comprehend.
Something beautiful enough to promise
Women never again suffer this insane
Inferred and feigned inferiority.
Never again this amnesia.
Can we not all agree
We’ve all been fooled,
And instead of starting over,
Write our song in words of stone.
Stone heavy enough to matter.
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