Poetry: Call Of The Wild
Calling Us Home
Call Of The Wild
Once we were all wild,
We were creatures of the outside,
Free, unburdened and content,
Hunting and gathering,
Gathering and hunting,
We wanted for nothing,
Then, with the end of the ice,
We started planting crops, such as wild rice,
Wheat, barley, oats and much more,
Against the land itself, we committed war,
Ripping, chopping, killing, sculpting and moulding,
Thus came civilisation, its desire for conquest unfolding,
Those who remained wild,
Came to be reviled,
By the domesticated civilised folk,
But the wild is never idle,
We are still tribal,
When the time comes,
The wild will call us home.