Oh, Ancient People

Oh hazy mountains

silhouette in the sky

that keep us surrounded

and hidden from sight

–

jagged blue zigzag

contrast a sunset of gold

God’s fingers cradle softly

as the night unfolds

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—birds flutter and perch

dogs watch and rest

as the Mayans work

the one remnant left—

—

Oh, ancient people

so high and so mighty

with temples so regal

so much devout piety

—

women with colorful blouses

tresses black and long

from society you’ve been ousted

but I still hear the beat to your song

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A dormant power

though you surrender this night

like a sweet taste gone sour

this people’s dignity has been resigned

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So softly it beats

yet it still is alive

WAIT! the warriors are returning

to take for themselves their wives

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how can they quietly surrender?

the last precious jewel that remains

this culture of splendor

descends as the day wanes

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Oh fingers of God

reach past the mountains

touch these people and their cause

bring water to this fountain

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with mine own eyes

I have seen the last

a glimpse from the future

at a people caught in the past

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What splendor shines forth

from the setting sun

what radiant colors

shine from above!

—

with a weak surrender

the culture leaves

with an ever lasting impression,

the sun slowly sinks