By
D. L. Charles
Copyright 1990
If you listen quietly, in the stillness of the day,
you can hear the Ancients talking.
Don't you hear the words they say?
They are trying hard to tell us of how we hurt the earth.
We've treated her so cruelly and used up all her worth.
Hear the voices whisper, so cracked and filled with pain,
as they talk about the forests and tell of acid rain.
Time was when the Ancients never wasted out of hand.
They used only what they needed and lived in harmony with the land.
Then Progress seemed to grab us and the old ways quickly died.
We use it up, we waste it -
The Ancients try to warn us, we've become a parasite.
the earth is losing patience, She's armed herself to fight.
She shakes herself all over to rid the arrogant pest
that think themselves superior -
You can feel the tears in the voices as they tell of all the strife.
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Our leaders seem to pause, hesitant to take a stand.
It's up to the common people, we have to form a band.
We must work close in harmony. from the Ancients we can learn,
to keep, to protect, and to cherish -
This once proud and mighty nation has fallen from its grace.
We changed a virgin wilderness into a poisonous, pitiful place.
Yes, listen to the Ancients in the stillness of the day,
as they whisper the epitaph of humanity, if we continue on this way.
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