Who Will Honour...

Long before sapient tribesman ran,    
armed with bow, cudgel, axe and spear,    
across the veldt to rape and span    
a virgin world in á few years,    
extinguishing with curse and jeers    
the fauna of that promised land    
an ancient race stewarded earth    
Neanderthal woman, and her man.    
    
Who will honour our sister species    
those who had Earth's first stewardship,    
who left no tombstone just pieces    
of fossiled bone and flint-stone chips,    
those who worked with nature's needles    
to sew fur cloaks and leather kilts,    
but, who'll honour these people?    
     
Will the one true church cast a glance    
at this host of folk, all unshriven,    
and with one wave of their magic hand    
make as if in life, all christened?    
These who left the land as they found it    
and shuffled off without a bow,    
when judged, who will be acquitted,    
But, who'll honour,  Neander's now?