Their Past

Proud people, their past had told them,
There were such richness in it, its greatness had worlds lit,

Of the wretchedness of their lives, they blamed on others,
How could they or the past be responsible for any of it ?

Leaders of their past, became gods and saints,
Their deeds and thoughts, oh, mortals we, how could dare emulate ?

Such weakness they said, in the lives of today,
They taught their children; of the past so great.

Up braided them with traditions,
Searching, understanding the past, meant disrespect.

So enamored they were, they forgot their lives,
While the present became; what the few awake, made of it.

So much does their past seems, a spider web,
So beautiful, that the spider instead of the prey, became entranced with it.