These ancient ruins, do you have the authority?
To teach plainly freedom and equality
You show us ancient states, let us peer at their mistakes
Through the windows of these crumbling bricks, that once were palace gates
Where once were grand galleries, now just silent death
kings and slaves alike both are buried flesh.
Gold and spices were traded here, for the finest silks known to man
And learned men traded ideas through books written hand
Here, grand galleries and sculptures used to stand
All easily washed away, like footprints in the sand.
This is ugly to my eyes, but stimulating to my meditation
I wonder, is this the fate of our Nation?
I wonder what is wrong with us? Why do we blame creation?
How could a god that only creates be the source of devastation?
The stars have not changed their course, nor the earth its motion
And pride always predates a fall and the worst commotion
The universe was governed by laws, before the pens of men
These crumbling ruins stand as testimony defending them
Does fate author destruction? Or that our law is corruption?
That causes the cities of men, to be turned to nothing
As I sit in these crumbling bricks, pondering crumbling wits
Filled with a sudden mix of questions, needing another fix
Here appears the genius that I’ve seen in my mind
Like a guiding spirit or intuition personified
Oh dear genius, please tell me the source
What is the wellspring from which fortune and misfortune are born?
Why is it that war famine and death visit people in turns?
But still we never learn. It seems we’ll forever burn.
Then the genius spoke to me and said
Dear disciple of truth. Wisdom is the fruit
You can only know what's true if you examine the root
Peace and happiness visit the home built from the bricks of justice
And the throne that is built from the same, is never ever rusted
So rise above your senses young one it’s a must
Then the genius reached out and the top of my head, touched
In an instant my perception changed, no longer imprisoned
Within my flesh, I had some kind of out of body experience
A bright red flame severed the ties holding me to the ground
I floated up above the earth and I was looking down
But to me earth appeared to me a barren object, grey and smooth
If I did not know better, I would have thought it was the moon
The genius touched my head once more and transformed my vision
I could see as clear as a hawk now, with the same precision
I could see the great mass that we call the ocean
So strange that we call I the earth, when it is water mostly.