A poem from an outer world being to humanity. |
Dear humanity, What is going on With this crazy Mixed up world? Why does no one care That from this point of view The world looks, As if it were run by animals? Running around In a madness You attack for land and power. You call the wild creatures That do these Very things, beasts And yet you do the same. I thought the basic emotion Was love not hate. But perhaps I was confused It does happen at times. If this is so You are a more Much more Primitive planet than thought. Isn’t it obvious Life could be much better If you could learn to love. It seems to me That the problem lies in Being overly concerned With being the best. You count only the things you want while forgetting things you have. And while you count There are those who dream Of only a few Of the things you forget. I can’t believe The wonderful world Heard all about Is this one before mine eyes. If you could see from Here what I see Perhaps you’d understand. I hope for your sake That you will not be So arrogant as to Ignore these words I say so Rashly throw them all away If you are I’m afraid there’s Nothing to be done. Your world will end In nothing but Doom, and misery |