It has never been said,
Even in the midst of ancient history books;
Even the one that heard it first does not know,
They heard from one of the last generations;
Though they thought they knew because they lack patience,
They are quick to hear though slow to understand,
What was behind the pretence;
They saw it on the walls,
They made sure they know it by heart but left evidence;
That the stones were once spongy nor soft,
That animals used to talk bubble soft;
They never knew,
Though they heard from one of the last generations;
The eagle told the man to look out and use prevention methods,
Though the man hit the eagle with stones;
They were two roads,
Al malady and already nobody knew;
Until sunrise,
And they found two ways apart from each other;
Though they never knew,
Because they lack the patience to listen;
The untold story,
That was told at the fireplace at night;
Where you can imagine the palace knight,
With a shining armour;
Where motivations start and the journey began,
Some are meat eaters and some vegan;
Some are hunters and some are chefs,
Nobody knew about the untold story of the last generation;
Hand to hand it’s where life began,
It’s where life starts to be easy.