The New Stone AgeA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenWhat have we done?The
New Stone Age The warmth of amber hangs among the clouds as nature's anger denies us summer's promise. The fracture of the seasons, that we once surely knew, heralds a change of climate which makes our blood run in petrified floes of ice. We mourn this passing with frozen glances and stand still, rooted to the spot. And now, too late, we earth bound creatures cannot resist for powerless in our own domain is what we are. Yet tis we who raped this planet's wealth, tore its very core asunder and plagued her skies with choking gas. So tis we who must accept the dice, as cast by gods, and set our sail accordingly, or choose to be once more cave dwelling hermits returned to Neolithic roots.
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15 Reviews Added on June 24, 2015 Last Updated on June 26, 2015 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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