Stories of Man

Stories of Man

In the time when Man was young

In tune of stories life began

No need for laws no need for court

To conscience Man would still resort

For deep inside the Man can feel

The rules of life that must be real

How to treat the Man next door

Or why it’s good to share the boar

Why we help the lesser kind

How to heal our body or our mind

Or how to deal with how it ends

The soul of Man to sky ascends

From a tune of love it got a start

But Man had strayed too far apart

Now greed and darkness came upon

The stories that the Man had sung

The stories now were made of fear

For things we love and hold so dear

To lose the things we love in life

To death and chaos or a knife

The walls we built, imprisoned life!

And left the world consumed by strife

Now differences began to form

And from those stories Man was torn

These stories that of Men were made

Once we thought would never fade

The modern Man would simply say:

"A tale for children, no need to pray,

I myself can find the way!"

-- Tobias Lindlöf --