The sun may stop climbing over the Negev
But I will never Prakash Saint Paul forgive
There is too long a list of treachery and treason
It can’t be paid out for even an eternal season
They engineered the hominin to homo sapiens
From the outer reaches they came in their shem
Yes, there are, among us, god, dragon and reptilian
There is a secret knowledge, their sapienta, didn’t dim
They came to steal gold, and terraform earth
Those who were unengineered scorned the sapiens’ birth
For nature is divine, and the test tube unGodly
How we forgo truth for untruth, and carry on so oddly
In this collage of humanity, in this college of progress,
in the desert of knowledge, hovers a silent divinity
We can’t put it in words, but must be illuminatingly heard
Yet, it is known by all the lowly animals and birds
The sun may stop climbing over the Negev
But our stories are carried over beyond our graves
And so, I swear, with Prakash Saint Paul, my peace will never be made
It is not an olive branch, but a humungous thorn, for him, I have laid
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