Archetypes

As it stands
Today
we
those of us
who consider our self's
in action and speech
as Human
like in the days of old
before the skies
Changed
we will become
Archetypes
for the generations to come
living in caves
painting and carving
on walls of stone
with vague memories
of the one tribe
within our species
who escaped
from the reservation
of the box
who waded through
the rivers of pain and fear
who crawled through the mud
between the legs of the herd
to speak of things
that are never heard
by those
who do nothing
but complain