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Einstein in a Cave
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"at last"! exclaims the man
laying down his stone tools
marveling at the brilliance of the message
"hey gramps, stop wasting time and come aid the hunt"
the man just shakes his head
people are too blind to see
but the message will remain and be a guide to others
.
Immortalized forever and carved in stone
"e = mc2"
so few words for people to understand
certainly no one in his tribe
as he shakes his head in wonder
"we won't live in caves forever"
"one day we will visit the goddess of the moon
and learn the secrets of the tides"
.
the man is pleased with what he's craved
using hardened bone to slowly chip the rock away
he thinks 'tomorrow I will hunt'
believing that will be fun
the day dawns red, harbinger of omens and despair
"omens, when will these children learn"
the man says as he ventures from the cave
tribesmen carry him back
on a stretcher made of hunting spears and grass
gored by the horns of the one he hunted
the medicine man shakes his rattle and prays
the man is close to death yet knows his work will live on
looking up to see his message one last time
but it has been replaced by a carved hunting scene
"wait" the man tries to speak, to rise
"wait" is whispered one last time before he closes his eyes
"at last"! exclaims the man
laying down his stone tools
marveling at the brilliance of the message
"hey gramps, stop wasting time and come aid the hunt"
the man just shakes his head
people are too blind to see
but the message will remain and be a guide to others
.
Immortalized forever and carved in stone
"e = mc2"
so few words for people to understand
certainly no one in his tribe
as he shakes his head in wonder
"we won't live in caves forever"
"one day we will visit the goddess of the moon
and learn the secrets of the tides"
.
the man is pleased with what he's craved
using hardened bone to slowly chip the rock away
he thinks 'tomorrow I will hunt'
believing that will be fun
the day dawns red, harbinger of omens and despair
"omens, when will these children learn"
the man says as he ventures from the cave
tribesmen carry him back
on a stretcher made of hunting spears and grass
gored by the horns of the one he hunted
the medicine man shakes his rattle and prays
the man is close to death yet knows his work will live on
looking up to see his message one last time
but it has been replaced by a carved hunting scene
"wait" the man tries to speak, to rise
"wait" is whispered one last time before he closes his eyes
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