In life on our ancestral pathways we trod
We follow their ways and we worship their god
Their values and cultures we do happily retain
And though long dead their influence with us does remain
We follow their ways as if perfection in life they had known
As if we do not have minds of our own
Though the flames of hatred like us they had fanned
As they warred over god and they warred over land
Their old hatreds and grudges we carry today
When we fight their old wars in lands far away
The breath of life from them it may be long gone
But the flaws that they had in us seem to live on
To them we have similar friends and to them we have similar foes
And we carry their genes such is life one suppose.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
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