To Posterity: Poem

I have been on the roads across This land Been through its streets and alleys Though it was different, all of it Before I walked here, before When the forefathers of my forefathers Were elsewhere And this land changed and changed again On the whims of emperors and chiefs and invaders All of them gone now, bones eroded into dust Their stories and the stories of this land Except a select few, all lost to the depths of the rivers of time The music which abounded the halls and courtyards, the ministers and minstrels the saints and harlots, the concubines and kings Life pervaded this land before mine Which archive do I seek, for the revelation of each? Each an enigma, and each a door now forever sealed I, a stranger in my home, this land Unbeknown, of its past and of mine, I walk This story, mine, too shall be gambled On the mood of tomorrow It’s survival on the shoulders of the unborn