by: Jeffrey Subramanian
Come out of endlessness, we came to earth –
This Eden – with a Garden for a home.
But to progress, we had to fall and roam
Terrestrial terra in the dirt of dearth.
We wanted kids; our sorrow was their worth:
To till the land or to conceive in groan
Were what we got, and this was just a moan
In our enduring seasons. There was mirth;
And later there was murder. Cain was able
To use his hand for evil, but this crime
Was nothing next to Nimrod – ugly hunter –
Who built a tower to try to find the wonder
Of endlessness; but our lot from the cradle
Was, with ticked fate to suck the teat of time.