Ancient Will Poem by George Samuel

My fathers tread this path I tread
Upon hooks and thorns fastened on each solitude step
Pinched the soul and aches the strangers mind
Draining daily their outpouring blood
Sprinkled and cried son life is no friend but foe
My fathers sailed this sea I sail
Of life toasting waves tempest testing times
Up and down the ditch they toiled and failed
Lost many to this endless course
Their survivors escaped to warn son life is no friend but foe
They exploit the world the the dangers of the wood
Hunting in caves the quest of peace couldn't avail
Amidst violent seasons through mountain and plain
Many taken in the ease and evil
Others returned to proclaim son life is no friend but foe
Some plow the field the wet dew of mankind home
As merchants they sold and were sold miseries of the womb
Breast and beast exchange for cowries
To one price of life which many gave their lives
The best rest the case son life is no friend but foe
I inherited their tenth caves and ancient plain
Their well and water deep as the fountains of life
Their farm land watered by heaven's vanishing dew
While I walk their kingdom tomb
Each inscription stressed son beware life is no friend but foe