The Verses As Humans After A While

In their proud – justly so – state And first more recognition demand Then next a higher recognition on Their feet they walk as does the Poet Seer Who fathered them. Then they on sudden Plot and conspire long on long deserted plains In secret caves and coves, not by the sea, Then from their plotting and their whispering A plan hatching; they in sacred revolt arise As humans do to liberate themselves to free. And though they add not to the original state Of resplendence relative yet they From their father Poet Seer decree independence. O! what an Earth! Those to whom we give birth Become our pirates often, often so: We that we weaned in joy and treasuring We that pined when we saw them sick Protected them when in danger to preserve To the last iota every line of them: Yet see, how often occurs then They rise, set themselves free in sovereign Solitary haughty independence And we, their bearers and their makers Treat with cold reserved independence. As so many children, yet, on raising Families, that in themselves detach, Axe and sub-divide the parent families. From long, From long when Jove against great Saturn rose, and him placed In a miserable exile from his status Great: Replace a dynasty by new dynasty Family that spring another Replaces by new family The same, The same, The same. O! what an Earth! Those to whom we give birth Become our pirates often, often so: We that we weaned in joy and treasuring We that pined when we saw them sick Protected them when in danger to preserve To the last iota every line of them: Yet see, how often occurs then They rise, set themselves free in sovereign Solitary haughty independence And we, their bearers and their makers Treat with cold reserved independence. As so many children, yet, on raising Families, that in themselves detach, Axe and sub-divide the parent families. Speak to me often! I, parent Feel abandoned: The verses have independence That most like to indifference Speak to me often! O! what an Earth! Those to whom we give birth Become our pirates often, often so: We that we weaned in joy and treasuring We that pined when we saw them sick Protected them when in danger to preserve To the last iota every line of them: Yet see, how often occurs then They rise, set themselves free in sovereign Solitary haughty independence And we, their bearers and their makers Treat with cold reserved independence. As so many children, yet, on raising Families, that in themselves detach, Axe and sub-divide the parent families.