CAVE DRAWINGS

i'm drawing on my cave wall

it is primitive as hell

there is no need for language

with my pictures, tales, i tell
.

i draw mankind and animals

who once on earth had life

i draw the things most dear to me

my children and my wife
.

i'm drawing our community

the kinship that we shared

the culture that developed here

the deeds that we had dared
.

it seems i'm all alone now

i shall never leave this cave

i'm capturing my history

as on this wall, i slave
.

perhaps when my life's over

and my bones have turned to ash

someone will wander to this den

and find my secret stash
.

they'll marvel at my drawings

and the stories, here, i've told

the life that burned inside of me

until my world went cold
.

a new dawn is approaching

not the first nor not the last

for history repeats

until the future is the past
.

my spirit will keep living

in a new eternity

these drawings tell the horrors

of the depths of world war three