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Savages

by Zettel 

Posted: 03 July 2004
Word Count: 315
Summary: The destruction of a way of life


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SAVAGES


The earth sang to me
of ancient things
calling my unknowing soul
to remembrance

The sun smiled on me
and led my soul up towards the sky
as a sunflower turns
to receive the gift of life

The wind called to me
lifting my soul on eagle's wings
towards the destiny
a proud death brings

The river beckoned me
Beyond my present dreams
towards the open sea
and the peace of forgetfulness

The fire wrapped my soul in flame
and burned my passing body
to ash returning life to the grateful earth
and smoke bearing my spirit to the sky

And all living things were sacred
we killed with respect
and took the buffalo's gifts with honour
to feed clothe and share our lives

And then the white man came……

He raped a now dishonoured earth
and did not hear its cries
when he cut and opened up its heart
he turned away as bleeding, it died

He cursed the sun its heat
and condemned the thwarting rain
clamouring pride deafened nature's beat
and he damned his own God again and again and again

He took the wind and made its force
a slave to his grasping greed
he let nothing follow nature's course
selfish passions overwhelming honest need

He bought, sold and withheld the river's life
dammed and changed its flow
And his discarded deadly careless waste
polluted streams where nothing now can grow

He first enslaved the fire
and taught it endless better ways to kill
a nation's life destroyed on a buffalo pyre
the waste and shame of a soulless will

No sense of sacred, by sacrilegious means
he destroyed not just the land but its people too
he took their past, their present and their future dreams
and fashioned pretty lies of what was real and true

Savages

Zettel 2004






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olebut at 08:44 on 03 July 2004  Report this post
Zettel

Firstly a belated welcome to WW

Many pieces of peoetry have some indefinable magic about them, something which is obvious and something which li no so obvious, this in my view is one such piece.

I love the inmagery and your use of the elements to illustrate your point so graphically.

sadly the obvious message of your poem is so true and so sad in our ( the Europians and more laterly The Soviets) thurst for wealth and our arrogant assumption that we knew more and our way of life was better than evrybody elses we destroyed so much culture so much nature so much beauty and now we , our children and the children of so many peoples across the world , nature and the planet are paying the price. Whne will we ever learn ?

No sense of sacred, by sacrilegious means
he destroyed not just the land but its people too
he took their past, their present and their future dreams
and fashioned pretty lies of what was real and true


this verse probably does sum up the whole poem and it's meassage very succinctly

super piece , profound and well written.

take care

david



roovacrag at 13:05 on 03 July 2004  Report this post
Zettal.
A great piece and very well written.
Every stanza complimented the next.
Well done
xx Alice

strangetantrum at 21:27 on 06 July 2004  Report this post
this is wonderful. straight to the heart and truth of the matter. the simplicity and directness of the writing, the pace ... everything's just right ... "real and true" indeed.

i love "He first enslaved the fire / and taught it endless better ways to kill" ... "fashioned pretty lies of what was real and true." ... i may as well quote the whole thing!

really good work.

all the best
steve

gard at 00:55 on 07 July 2004  Report this post
Hi Zettal

welcome to WW if I had not already said it.

love the last stanza!

A whimsical, sad and sort of folksy piece that one might pass word of mouth..

very good write!

G


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