Caution To The Ancient Winds
Beware, ancient men, of strange pale people
who arrive in large boisterous, metallic peregrines,
who offer false friendships by promising to rid you of that
useless thick black-blood like liquid that spurts from the earth
when it is tapped.
They will give you and your tribe magic from bottles
to cure some of your aliments;
they will lure your youth into surrendering their ancient ways;
they will ridicule your god and replace it with their own.
No longer will your youth obey your tribal rules;
instead they will seek instant gratification
that will diminish the authority of your voice’s power.
The old ways to them will seem obsolete
and the young adults will become embarrassed by them.
Your beliefs of right and wrong will not be adhered to.
The pale people will see your women and young girls
as trophies.
Some of them may even bear seed from these strangers,
And when the metallic peregrine has gone,
you will be left with dust and a sunken earth.
In times to come there will be no role on Earth for you
other than a smile to the tourist’s flicking lights.
© Judy Brumby-Lake
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