Shirley Collinge

© Shirley Collinge 2006

Eden

When man took his first breath his search for Eden began.

Destroying his planet, until the resources were gone.

So when they came from the sky as wise men had told,

We did not ask why? Or where they where they were from.

Strange in appearance, yet not unlike man.

Ghostly profiles, with eyes that were cold.

Not from the mouth were the words so profound.

Beware it is said, of the wolf like a lamb.

We held to our breasts these gods from above.

Who promised man would live when the Earth had gone.

He would live in freedom and feed off his love.

We never asked how? And we never asked why?.

Meekly we lay, as the lion with the lamb.

When they built their domes that reached to the sky

Two by two we went foreword, the beginning for man.

Not believing the vision that was before us,

Blue seas, sandy beaches as once it had been.

Flowers so vibrant with colour so pure,

So wondrous before us was the breath-taking sight.

With child-like glee and tears of joy.

Behind us the walls closed shut in the night.

Was Earth ever like this before man took his revenge?

Wise men had spoken of angels they would send.

“I have a dream” a wise man once said,

That people on Earth would all live as one.

Yet no one asked where the angels came from.

As children laughed in the waters so blue,

Adults cried at man’s salvation.

When had so many been fooled by so few?

No one saw as they silently fell,

For this was the beginning of the second creation.

Up above, as they watched, hidden from view.

With claw like hands moving not seen.

They aimed their rays at the masses below.

No one heard the first rendering scream.

In panic like ants they tried to escape.

Yet where do you run when there is nowhere to go?

As the human race fell like moths in a flame.

The watchers watched, enjoying the game.

Mothers sobbed as their children’s lives slipped away,

Only to join them on the ground were they lay.

As the last person fell with one thought on their mind.

All over the earth they murdered mankind.

The angels from heaven slipped quietly away,

The sport of kings it has often been said.

Who will cry for mankind now they are dead?

Perhaps the last word of man as he lay down and die,

All over the world was the heart-rendering why?