The Alien

I sing a sad song sent here to the dark side of this moon to monitor a savage planet these beings waltz with nuclear weapons detaching feelings from fields of destruction they disgrace themselves unknowingly amongst their neighbors in this grieving galaxy they have eyes but don't see the starvation sickness and pollution not even melting polar ice they fight each other with primitive weapons they kill each other without remorse most do not worship God most worship idols they steal, lie, gossip no contentment, never ever enough they live for the moment no thought of the future it's all about gold it's all about pleasure and yet, sometimes they excel there is some good scattered here and there but not nearly enough long ago, a few even made it here we watched them from the dunes planting flags in their bulky space suits I want to go home I miss my family purple sunsets and meadows of harmony and love