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Throne of Stone

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The stone statues on Easter Island remain a mystery. Why were they built? What was their purpose?

Like all great mysteries there have been some crazy theories, including of course the idea that the islanders built them as homage to alien visitors.

Most people who have studied them have come to the conclusion that they were build as religious idols, or perhaps erected in tribute to the leader of their tribe. Whatever the reason, the islanders must have been totally committed to building the statues at the expense of everything else, as they just about destroyed their island in the process. It was a miniature man made eco-catastrophy.

Some would say the same thing is happening today, but on a global scale. If so, who is our "King on his Throne of Stone"? 

A warm wind blew across Easter Island
Which at that time had no name
As the islanders bent their backs to the toil 
They were moving the statue again
As the king sat on his throne........ of stone
As the king sat on his throne
The very last statue, the biggest of all
Had been hewn from the living rock
It had to be moved right across the island
Onto the chosen plot 
As the king sat on his throne of stone
As the king sat on his throne
They pulled and they strained on the ropes of  vine
Which snapped with a deadly sting
Hundreds lay dying as the statue crept on
As a tribute to their king
As the king sat on his throne of stone
As the king sat on his throne
They cut down the forest they needed the trees
For rollers to bear the stone
But the weight was too great as the trees were crushed
But still the great statue moved on
As the king sat on his throne of stone
As the king sat on his throne
So they threw down their fruit to oil the path
Of the stone which smiled a death smile
Their children were starving the old ones were dying
As the statue inched the last mile
As the king sat on his throne of stone
As the king sat on his throne
The stone was raised in a way I can't tell
Facing away from the sea
Their island now barren, despoilt and bare
Was a testament to man's vanity
As the king sat on his throne of stone
As the king sat on his throne
Two hundred years later on Easter Day
Sailors stood in awe of the Stone
They'd conquered the Island and given it a name
To honour their King back at home
As the king sat on his throne of stone
As the king sat on his throne