Citizen Science

Like a child of Eden
I let it trace my chin
Sap from the good tree of knowledge
We lambs defame
Slaughter in his name
And tyrants made in his image

Oh comrade, oh comrade
Think not of me a knave
'Twas traces resolved
From which we evolved
Found in the Lascaux Caves

No hell-mouth below
No means of control
No reward for earthly kindness
No lambs more sincere
Than we, I fear
With only empathy to guide us

Oh comrade, oh comrade
How might I bend your ear?
'Twas the dun mastodon
And not black demon bones
Found in the pits of La Brea

Alas, alas, or race it won't last
Yoked to your ancient mythos
Enslaved, depraved
We shall not be saved
From thine Apocalypso

Oh comrade, my comrade
Say not for me a prayer
The cosmonaut
Found naught, no god
In the heavens
When he was up there



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Writer(s): James Marinelli
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