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Did you really have to…

(With tongue firmly in cheek)

 

Dear Mayan Gods we love you but

I will have to let you know

Did you really have to stoop so low

You gave your people those calendar things

And over 2 thousand years they grew their own wings

They travelled far and wide with a message of doom

That filled the people with darkest gloom

The world will end on twenty first of December

It’s now a date we will all remember

We had people camping on the top of hills

Others stockpiling assortments of pills

We’ve had prophets of doom in a hamlet in France

We’ve had preachers leading us a right song and dance

We’ve had newspapers shouting the ‘End is nigh’

Without pausing to tell us why.

 

Maya what you meant was like miles on a car

The odomometer only goes so far

It re-sets to zero on a hundred thousand miles

And your calendar does the same, hence our smiles

Your 13 buktans of 394 years

Have been interpreted with so many fears.

But they came to an end on twenty one twelve

It doesn’t take long to delve

And see like the miles in a car, you re-set to zero

Now I’ve worked that out and I’m no hero

 

Ok, right, you didn’t foresee the car

But surely you should have if you could see that  far

You had me praying and preparing for the worse

And we all now realise it wasn’t a curse

The gentle Maya never meant it that way

They wished us to live to see another day.

But …you have left us stronger, with much less fear

A new Baktun has begun and a New Age is here.

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Trevor Taylor LLB (Hons)

Devon, United Kingdom

Award winning Commonwealth Writer and Academic Magazine Editor.

Gratitude to artists for their beautiful art – credit is given where this is known.