Myth
Deep in the lost mists of time,
when humankind first became aware,
something was missing in the struggle,
the need to humanly share.
For there were lessons,
forged deep in the wood.
And those that survived them,
could pass on the good.
For the children were weak,
and alone could not survive,
without the knowledge of elders,
teachings of prosper and thrive.
Spirits arose from evil smells,
and strange unknowns to the sight,
some appeared in the day,
and some in the night.
Some were good with signs of plenty,
some were very bad with signs of death.
Interpreting these signs were weighty,
only sages could define their breadth.
Some appeared in dreams,
some appeared in stupor.
All of these signs were passed down,
as surely right and proper.
From generation to generation,
the stories were passed,
with metaphor and fable,
so young memories would be cast.
In the ideology of the family, tribe and nation,
everything in order, everyone with a station.
For there was evil lurking out there,
that would take away life, and didn't care.
The fear was primal, and never went away,
with good spirits for guidance, fear was held at bay.
In time, the stories, were carved in stone.
Still pondered by scholars to this very day.
Written into words for each generation to own.
Published in books, and edited to be proper,
to meet the king's standards, and not the pauper.
While our primal fears continue,
like the bogeyman under the bed.
The myth has been hammered,
through repetition and dread into head.
Until myth has become a lifestyle for some,
who let myth do all of their thinking.
The flock that is sacrificed so easily,
because they don't have an inkling.
So wars rage on over whose myth,
is right and whose myth is wrong.
Bolstered by tales of their exploits,
through revelations and song.
The myths of the ancients,
no longer hold true .
Science has debunked many,
that so many hang onto.
We are all one people on this earth,
and have to rely on knowledge,
and not spirits for our worth.
There are very real dangers to fear,
for we have created threats severe.
it's time we stop reveling in myth,
for the danger is present and clear.
Time to debunk all the fallacies,
that keep holding us back in our fear.
So that a brighter future for everyone,
will finally, after so much struggle,
Appear.
Copyright 2014 © Ronald W. Hull
6/27/14
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All The Best,
Chuck
My God's better than yours
My God's better cause he eats Kennel Ration
My God's better than yours
Loose interpretation, circa 1965.
Patrick
who let myth do all of their thinking.
The flock that is sacrificed so easily,
because they don't have an inkling.
So true, Ron; and sadly so. I hope the idea at the end of your poem comes to pass... ...and soon, before it is too late. Love and peace,
Regis
"truth"...playing an important role in an individual life,
tribe and society...but then...the Science appeared along the
natural and human yearning for progress...industry revolution
took over...Myth...strong in humans beliefs...placing itself
between the camouflage of "truth" and "wrong doing"...plainly
alive today...not quite fantasy but a force...rarely truly
understood...when served on a silver plate of an objective
or/and reason...
Your Myth-buster-poem brings a degree of an enlightenment
and with it...oddly enough...reassurance...people are only
people...Your poetic words help to reflect on our own
bafflement...within our own emotions...when holding often
controversial and/or different opinions...we see "things" clearly...yet at the same time...are eager to render them...unbelievably oblivious...of the obvious...
Thank you Ron, for sharing your poem that provokes thoughts
far beyond the "its lovely" attitude...too often/easy/freely
adopted by humans...in todays life...
Well written and thought out.
Love ya!
Jane
Peace to you... rlc
is right and whose myth is wrong.
Bolstered by tales of their exploits,
through revelations and song.
How so sadly true, especially with religious myths, which cause so much hatred and bloodshed.
A brighter future is very desirable.
The question is are we going the right direction?
We can only pray not to be led astray.
Like children being led by parents think they know best.
Do they really or should we behave like rebellious teenagers?
Hmmmm.
Man's Inhumanity.to Man ... Continues & Thrives ...
Sandie