History has many eyes,
devouring fact, spitting out bones
Victorious predator, truth does disguise
stifling vanquished moans
Beast that lives and dies
some grow a folk tail
When fed, a baby legend cries
Birthed in a breeze turned into a gale
Now myth, a phoenix that never dies
Spawned from a discarded egg
From ashes it does arise
It stands without a leg
A book full of holes
Plastic, man made trolls
Worshiped saints shaped of play dough
God's rumbling voice in a tornado
The ark from Mesopotamian rain
Baby Moses stole Osiris' name
If not for Mithra there'd be no Christ
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: May 21st, 2024 03:58
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Comments6
And......without KP there'd be no botox! lol.
Now what kind of a world would that be? Thanks for the review Orchi its appreciated.
It takes all sorts to make a village, that's for sure. Beautiful sorrenbarret how very wise. 🌹
Thanks so much Teddy I appreciate your comments have a great day
Started off easily enough – after all, History (which I revere) is the most contradictable of the social sciences……. By the end I’m scratching around in Google to discover who the hell Osiris and Mithra are….
A rich and educative write, Soren.
Thanks so much Dave I appreciate the read and comment as always. Just in case you missed it in Google Mesopotamia is where the flood myth began in history, Osiris in myth was put in a basket as a baby in the river to escape being killed by the Pharaoh just as Moses supposedly was millennia later, Mithra preceded Christ and was supposedly born of a virgin in the month of December died and was resurrected on the third day for the redemption of the world
As a supplement to Prof Google, you have no peer (round here, at least!!).👍
Wickedly parallel lives they lead.....
Many thanks for all that, Soren.
Powerful work.
Thanks Thomas appreciate the review
A Tale with a Tail, a Poem with a Meaning. Beautiful Write Soren, thee poem got me thinking.😊
Thank you Mason for the read and kind words of encouragement they are appreciated.
Very fine words soren history can be fascinating but whay we may not realise is that history was written by the victors, what if the losers were right?
Andy
Thanks Gold, yes indeed and so the lines victorious predator truth does disguise stifling vanquished moans. It is indeed written by the victors. I appreciated you noting this many seem to forget that history is not impartial. Thanks so much Andy
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