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Tue May 21 06:02:10 SAST 2013

POEM: Salvor Hardins’ song

Bruce Gorton | 15 May, 2012 13:12
A guide stands near the Colossi of Memnon, the ruins of two stone statues that guarded the mortuary temple built for Pharaoh Amenhotep III, in Luxor December 3, 2010. REUTERS/Asmaa Waguih (EGYPT - Tags: TRAVEL SOCIETY)
Image by: ASMAA WAGUIH

In the halls of ancient gods/ Stood men ever at odds/ Their hands raised staves/ Cursed good with knaves/ They told us our morals/ In their ancient quarrels/

Let fall the temple
Around their ears
Then build the temple
To our fears

And the many became one
With much murder done
With no justice blows smart
Life from love does depart
Honour does the heart still
Divine authority orders kill

Let fall the temple
Around their ears
Then build the temple
To our fears

All through history said
With the lips of the dead
Morals passed down rage
Higher with each dark age
Compassion morals rout
Until they burn good out

Let fall the temple
Around their ears
Then build the temple
To our fears

Now we bemoan their lack
As we in their name attack
With such verbal intensity
At each other not inequity
Morals in our eyes smoke
And sympathy does choke

Let fall the temple
Around their ears
Then build the temple
To our fears

Let us set aside our morals
And let’s think of our quarrels
Let’s lower the raised staves
And hear the song of knaves
Why are we still so at odds
Over all these made up gods?

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