BLUE FIN
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