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
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