Hope For Passing Strange.

From pictures painted on cave walls          
becoming now our hallowed halls          
and who can't marvel at their call?          
         
Out of the earth to rest or range          
as with us so with their own age,          
strutting out on the self same stage,          
         
As from the dust they speak to us.          
"Look, we too slept, fed, loved and cussed,          
hated, made war, and showed some trust,          
         
And worked at home or braved the weather          
to catch the food of fur or feather,          
or bold beasts for meat and leather,          
         
Gorged on sweet fruits, nuts and honey          
bought and sold with flinted money          
wooed, was wooed, and fished the seas,          
         
Got drunk, danced, under your pale moons          
carved instruments to make our tunes,          
fashioned Venuses men begged for boons,        
         
The ranging beast's our season's clock          
to feed our flesh and bone we flock          
but time, of course, had always mocked,          
         
To live our life we fed on death          
but time's a hunter the spoor, our breath...          
it hunts us on the run, as we crept...          
         
When only Venus was worshipped          
bountiful breasts and birthing hips          
and we too kissed, just lip on lip,          
         
And dug for stuff we would barter          
had no slaves but, had no master,          
and fell about in our rude laughter,          
         
As our kids played in mud and water          
shrieked and annoyed as they ought to          
toddling boy or coltish daughter,          
         
Our wealth, to worship, birthing mother          
a higher god than any other          
except, perhaps, son and daughter,          
         
And wondered at the stars bright gleam          
as ears of corn we learned to glean,          
and fished at dams we built on streams          
         
And built houses at Catalhoyuk          
out of stone and strawed river mud,          
tamed the sheep, the pig and housed the duck          
         
Our Bible bound by mountain ranges          
commandments writ in our kid's faces          
and all women, the three graces,          
         
We worked hard to make some  leisure          
like you, lusted for basic pleasure,          
and still worshipped our earthy mother."          
         
But somehow some greed crept in          
and with it came that original sin          
giving reason to keep down women,          
         
Soon newer bibles for devilish gods          
writ by and for the fascist Gop          
bought by worshipping insane mob's,          
       
Ragged trousered philanthropists      
pay ranting GOPs to take the piss    
and their billions, in thieving fists,      
   
Rewriting the history books    
thus " slavery, a life-choice " yuck!    
dissenters dragged through the muck...    
 
And this miss-named saint dumps on gays
and pantomime dames played by guys
I might forgive him? The hell will I!

And a trumpeting elephant
spewing lying seditious cant
strangely grifts the cash with his rants...
     
Lawmaking grifter's counting sums    
given by maker's of the guns    
who shoots to death the little ones?    
       
And newer indignities dumped on women          
As these savages rape kind, from human.