The Neanderthals have had some bad press; this attempts to redress the balance.
You were actually praying to your God,
And when you made no grunts of any kind
You were burying a loved one out of mind,
And you didn't EAT the flowers we found in your sites,
They were actually for the dead to smell in eternal nights,
And you say you articulated love, hate, sacrifice, desire,
And that you possessed language, weapons, clothes and fire,
And when you met Homo sapiens sapiens for the first time,
You say you had a funny feeling it would be the LAST time.
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-10-13 at 23:34
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So when you put your knuckles to the groundYou were actually praying to your God,
And when you made no grunts of any kind
You were burying a loved one out of mind,
And you didn't EAT the flowers we found in your sites,
They were actually for the dead to smell in eternal nights,
And you say you articulated love, hate, sacrifice, desire,
And that you possessed language, weapons, clothes and fire,
And when you met Homo sapiens sapiens for the first time,
You say you had a funny feeling it would be the LAST time.
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
Read 582 times
Written on 2006-10-13 at 23:34
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