In the sandy reaches
of a desolate landscape
flat except for the massive
sand castle like columns of rock
the tribesmen gather
to do a dance to the gods
father sun and his wife the moon
and their child the earth
while the metallic diggers of the white man
dig for fuel for nuclear fusion
which is right and which is wrong?
There stands the illusion
have we forgotten our roots?
The tree of life stands gnarled and broken.
By Daniel Hooks
AKA alienpoet on facebook