Born
To be born to be,
And who all we are,
Some of us are near
Some of us are far.
Skins coloured, for reasons unknown
Why were we chosen, to live in these homes
Different cultures in different places
Different shapes and different faces.
As from time began, as to as we are now
Are we a why, why are we a how
To get here, origins unknown
Why we are here, our Scientist's have shown.
What makes it true, as they determine our being
Are we all blind, and its something their seeing
Are they truthful to fact, as they tell their story
All of them bluffing, maybe one has the glory.
What do we believe, is it everything we hear
If we do, should we live in fear
To be told our story, from educated people
Would i see our past and future, standing proud on a steeple.
There's Lucy in Africa, Pygmies in Guinea
Abo's in Aus, in fact there are many
We have cultured this world, is it right is it wrong
Are we all in harmony, singing this human song.
We can stand and stare, even look above
Are we on this earth, like hands in a glove
Do we fit, or are we a temporary race
Are we even rightly here, to live in this place.
As the Scientists say, there is water on Mars
Vapour Trails, all across the stars
Milky Way, is it all that it seems
Are the Rocket trails, invisible beams.
Satellites are sent to places unknown
How do we know, they are already home
An answer we need from a being out there
As they land on this Earth, would we just stand and stare.
On the fields and lawns, as they land their crafts
Was it our requests, in our missions we asked
And is their return, appearing hear
Its not that their far, in fact their so near.
Its my belief they never left
Only the drawings, leaving a human test
Are we obliging, obliging humans are we
Why take generations for us to see.
Forever looking at our media world
All our lives in an ever ending twirl
There must be a reason, as to why were all here
Surely not templates, the future i fear.
As we look at the past, as our world has grown
Have we learnt, or is it is as shown
What is the ultimate, is there an ending
Is Earth very close, to its ultimate descending.
The best place to look, is from this lighthouse and see
We can look 360, all you and me
Through many eyes, and many thoughts
How many of us, have the scientists bought.
Until tomorrow, i can answer no more
With more questions, i will know the score
But, before we were here.
They were here before.
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
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