The documents read <br />The gods are not dead <br />Coming down from the skies <br />Hear the noise and the cries <br /> <br />The language of influence <br />Is cluttered with Hieroglyphs <br />Starlings of the slipstream <br />Slipping away from the conscious stream <br /> <br />There's no women in Aswan <br />There's no giants in Baalbek <br />There's no coast close to Memphis <br />And Atlantis, they forgot <br /> <br />Venom of a cobra on an arrow <br />Sliced through the chest of the pharaoh <br />Egypt handed to the thugs of Thebes <br />Tycoons coming down on lowland breeds <br /> <br />Call a chieftain; fly away <br />In the slipstream we will stay <br />Tropic of Cancer, Capricorn <br />Aligned with starlings when we’re born <br /> <br />There’s no treasury of Angkor Wat <br />There’s no border at Borobudur <br />There’s no seaway to Machu Picchu <br />And Atlantis, again forgot<br /><br />Mason Maestro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/atlantis-forgot/
