Still Ancient

Man wishes to travel straight But this is not his real fate Life at turnings changes directions Forces always to find a new gate The unknown paths all dark By a strange beckoning bark Leads to the tempting future In hope of a beautiful spark What though, if we not know How the life’s curvy show Gives the ring master’s scold And its painful, merciless blow Even the mighty sun’s glow Turns into the darkening hollow And the starry dark night Leads to a horrible shallow The faiths change with time All maturity turns to its prime Awakening hidden barbarism To excite the inhuman crime