Creation In Fables

We dug through the mountains, built bridges 'cross valleys,
Built castles and fountains and dark little alleys,
We tore down the timber for fires and tables,
And only remember creation in fables.

This was the land of the wolf and the wild boar,
Too tough to struggle for, beyond the beyond,
First came the Romans, their Emperor conquering all he saw,
Then came the railways and the wolves they were gone.

This was an Eden, where life was simplicity,
Peace and tranquillity, fishing and farms,
Now they burn coal and flood valleys to make electricity,
And tourists in shorts fly to see all its charms.

There was the land of Comanche and Navajo,
Home of the buffalo, wide as the sky,
Stolen and plundered by Conquistadores and Englishmen,
Turned to a dustbowl, its rivers run dry.
Down to the floor of the deepest dark ocean,
Up to the planets, no counting the cost,
I have no answer to offer but this is my question -
Where is the frontier we dare not to cross?

We dug through the mountains, built bridges 'cross valleys...

Regardless of whether Genesis or Darwin got it right, the world we can see now is very different from how it was created. Some call this progress.

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