We see the broken stones of the past

remnants of power, now strewn on arid soil, faiths of centuries pass.

We stop to wonder at these fragments. Are we like them ?

Invisible roots reach deep into the red earth of our shared origins

our foundations.

Conquerors came — Phoenicians, Greeks, Goths, Arabs, Byzantines, Normans —

such flowering of artistry and power. Square tombs, huge temples, sacrificial altars,

mosaic story-boards alive with movement.

See how the conquerors became the conquered.

We yearn to belong

Boasting our supremacy

Then return to dust.