Time Has A Story To Tell

The children of God were playing in the fields,
When they saw through he clouds-
The ever advancing human beings.

The earth was moving at a lowly pace.
The ages were lined up from stone to machine-made.
The geography was turning lakes into plains,
The plains invoked mountains onto their planes.
Oxygen was made aplenty for no cost at all,
Three-quarters water was not sufficient for all?
The remnants were ground for species to share,
Flora and fauna to accommodate with living sphere.

Men knew nothing but were satisfied.
Then came fire to break this ice.
No more individuals but there were groups,
The fight for survival began in the books.
The hunters and hunted were in close quarters,
Whoever got the chance cleared up the platter.
That was the first love for self and family,
Which is still sustaining but breaking else severely.

The quest began with wheels and carts,
Slowly the mighty oceans were conquered with elan.
The air didn't survive the Wrights when flights
Set the tone of human chime one note bright.
Discoveries and their owners unearthed the secret pillars,
Rockets were propelled seeking entry into lunars.
Even the Red Dwarf was not left to call its shots,
The surface was penetrated with Rovers of all sorts.

After all these milestones, is there any love lost?
Thought the children adoring the earth's bust.
Why one is fighting the battles all over,
When there is need to harvest harmony over another.
Men are pitched against own families,
But ask them the reason, they'll have no alleys!
Are their grey cells not enjoying the ride?
Is that a reason that they're paying the price.

The first differences were to seize the power,
Second in the queue were land and water.
Finally came money,- the root of all evils,
Drifting apart the society, unbridging the heals.
The classes came to speak of rich and poor,
Touchstones were forced onto humans as measures.
Texture and complexion came to identify fates,
Drugged were those to the ground with little shades.

Coffers were shining with hues of all beams,
Upon lay the claims of all living beings.
But all was cornered, not a single leftover,
Was there that could- bring ounce of happiness.!
It was an anomaly like the mounts and valleys,
Could that ever be climber- thought the kids!
Love is. It can't be eclipsed rather unceremoniously,
How to re-institute the fading glorious gallery?

When men were born, no religion came,
Now all the glitterati is bearing its name.
All is getting pieced to maintain its fame,
Did a religion ever uttered, the depth of this bane?
Bows, arrows, spears, guns and battleships,
Swearing by its call, rearing to raze hills.
But never was devised, to sway love around,
Mercenaries would have capitulated to their grounds.

Men eat all that is grown beside their hut.
Men pray almighty never seen among us.
Men give life to men with their blood.
Men built homes never asking who'll dwell those.
Then how did the words of a few spell the charm?
Men's thirst accentuated for blood with new arms.
Children were shocked discovering these buries!
Shall more men be produced to resolve these queries?

....To be continued