Nothing New Under The Sun

Under the sun, there’s nothing new
Every recent discovery, some Ancients once knew
The earth is older than we are taught
And in each age has it been peopled with people who thought

Under the sun, there’s nothing new
All had existence once, though of a different hue
There was once an even better form of what presently is
Perhaps, you’ve heard of the Incas, Troy, Is-Ra, Atlantis

Under the sun, there’s nothing new
There’s been many an early adventurous band and crew,
Who set out to see the secrets of the worlds
Many of their findings were never preserved in words

Under the sun, there’s nothing new
Great cities have risen from plans which ingenious minds drew
Merriment and great parties have held within those adorned walls
But all has been buried in the sands of time; walls, laughter, brawls

Under the sun, there’s nothing new
None amongst us can boast of the best brew
Others before us have also been endowed with powerful thirsts
And as for them who rub their bellies in contentment, we surely aren’t firsts

Under the sun, there’s nothing new
Not even the new recipe of your cherished stew
The cuisine of some ancient peoples would put your skills to shame
But never mind, patent your new recipe all the same

Under the sun, there’s nothing new
Go enquire of the Jew;
You think your troubles a nagging bore,
He’ll tell you of a life of constant strife with alien and neighbour

Under the sun, there’s nothing new
Perhaps you know not how men once grew
There were so strong, sprightly and tall,
That men of today would seem to stoop, lumber and crawl

Under the sun, there’s nothing new
In your world, you’re offered but a view;
As much as your spirit’s age can reach
That is to say; you see as much as your spirit is rich

Under the sun, there’s nothing new
Not the wealth of royalties, nor of men who think themselves most shrewd
Down in the wombs of the earth and seas are preserved the Ancients’ wealth
A glimpse would set men on a longing, at the peril of mind and health

Under the sun, there’s nothing new
Nature’s purifying activity spares but only a few
For Nature spites every degrading invention
It gives no thoughts to the hand’s intentions




Ikenna Okeh lives in Port-Harcourt, Nigeria. He writes narrative poetry and crime novels. All of his poetry collections and novels are available on Smashwords and Okadabooks.

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I am the Founder and Executive Editor of Core Magazine. I hold a Bachelors Degree in History and International Studies from Bowen University. I am the Author of "DARE TO RESEARCH". I have written and published over 16 Academic Research Articles. I believe in an ideal that all persons irrespective of their race, class or status can influence the society with creative writings and constructive thoughts to the point where they can succeed and develop their skills to seize rare opportunities.

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