Member Poem

As said of the new and old,
Poets had no written record
And Psalms were etched in lines and verses.
In between the plate of their heart was,
Inscribed commandments, so strict and severe
The account were lines for our forehead, because we also had forebears,
The account were stanzas for our able body
The genealogy was the verses for our root in the depth...
And of the old and new, there were no records.
All that we had was epitaph inscribed
On our sepulcher- meaning, ‘we're the lords of the underworld, if not this present world’.