Progenitors

You have built and will build again

Temples and churches that are all the same.

Domes and spires are turned to heaven -

The Houses of Lord, the houses of prayer.

The prototypes of this architecture,

You never surmised what is it like -

Star-ships arrived from distant planets,

Your forefathers had brought the life

Here.

You have painted the images of saints,

Nimbi shine over their pious heads.

Holy martyrs and mediators,

You should not pray but do respect them.

Look at the icons - whose portraits are there?

What are these halos around their heads?

They were astronauts in space-suit helmets

Your progenitors were those who landed

Here.

They've created you

On their image and likeness,

They've given you life

To keep on genes

Of human race

Unto ages of ages

Continuing chain

Of DNA.

Ungrateful sons of glorious fathers

You've made religion in place of science.

Instead of searching, reaching new horizons

You droop your heads and humbly prey in silence.

Rise your heads and take your look to the sky,

Countless stars are drawing curious eye.

Spread your wings wide you never tried

Before you have known the reason to fly.

Unexplored worlds are waiting for you,

Still unborn your children you have to do.

Not the new gods for your posterity,

But progenitors you should become to the

Next.

You should create the new ones

On your image and likeness,

You should give them life

To keep on genes

Of human race

Unto ages of ages

Continuing chain

Of DNA.