Those First Ones.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


This poem is an idea from the Sumerian creation tale.

Submitted: March 10, 2018

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Those first ones, worked like mad,

To prepare the ground.

They were awfully glad,

When the red clay, they found.

 

They came up with a plan,

To take the clay and make man.

To kill a god, and take the blood,

Mix it thoroughly with a little mud.

 

Let the man take their place,

And work all day.

The gods won't lose face,

They'll be lords and have their say.

 

But Lilith stormed against the man,

He got on his feet and ran.

She decided to take the lead,

No matter how long the gods plead.

 

One day, she said,

''Woman will stand strong.

They'll have a good head,

And won't do anything wrong.

 

But I won't let this fool of a man

Take rule over me.

He's too cool of a man,

To rule my destiny.

 

You gods will have to find another partner,

If you want generations to come.

 I don't want to be a gardener,

And I don't want to be beating a drum.

 

I'll go away and be free,

And leave you with your plans for humanity.

They'll always remember me,

As the woman who rose up, and stung like a bee.


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