Religious Poem

With red ocher and black manganese

I'm on my way to Sacred Cave

I carve and draw and paint with these

To thank our god for what he gave

It took me days to climb this hill

The cave is unaccessible

But for our spirits, for god's will

We manage the impossible

I have been chosen to draw my art

They say i do it best of all

And so im here ready to start

My painting on this sacred wall

We don't draw what we like to eat

We don't draw what we use

We draw what's holy, not what's meat

Thats why we draw no deer, no moos

Two reins, both nice and big, i draw

One's the mom and one's the young

I represent just what i saw:

Her licking him with pointed tongue

Next a mammoth group i carve

Four facing the other five

Like us, mammoths don't want to starve

And so they fight for food, for life

My torch burns out, my work is done

In found my way back, i feel relief

I do this trouble, not for fun

I do it just for my belief