Clockwise

we came from Africa clockwise from Eden spreading over the earth from the caves of Lascaux to the steppes of Mongolia we wandered ever restless we crossed the Alps and the Himalayas and the Bering Strait we spread over the plains of North America we mapped the rivers we delved the swampland we conquered the forest we built our cities we traveled the globe we left our mark the open pits and scars we fought the wars we murdered angels the sons of Cain endure the bodies of our children lay strewn on battlefields and nothing changed the blue green paradise has turned to desert the ocean is rising in the sacred mountains we must gather for a final offering in the sacred mountains we must gather for the final prayer