The earth is aloft in numbers this day

And the morrow has scraped tradition away

Our faces are merging, customs are fading

The seas no more

Divide the cascading

The mystery of man will soon die out

Yet the furrow still hides

A few devout


They continue to live the way they were raised

They sleep in the beds where their parents once aged

Unbound and content, so precious to find

Pacing a path that leaves fear behind

Reverence is virtue as the past awaits

Dignity exists in their life and their traits

The eyes of mankind

Are unmasked by them

Hope to hold on

To the treasures they give

Culture is dear when all else is drawn

Remember this face

Before it is gone