Our human race has kept its place
in evolutionary pace
amid the species that have sprung
from earthly parentage among
some vanishing without a trace.
A quest for home in outer space
in lieu of earth in madcap chase
is pushing to the brink far-flung
our human race.
A world will mirror dwellers’ face.
Lest earthlings suffer fall from grace
‘unwept, unhonored, and unsung’,
yet may we speak in global tongue
and learn in living to embrace
our human race.
~ Harley White
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The poem is a rondeau…
Quote from “The Lay of the Last Minstrel” (1805), by Walter Scott…
Honesty is the whole package
Blowing the other bridges to bits
Living her truth
Loving her people
Utterly trustworthy
A well-put-together package
of respectfulness, goodness, and fair trade.
BOOM! What was that?
The lies of men blowing themselves up
in their confused dendrite fields
Trying to keep themselves straight but losing bitterly
For the truth is easy
But the lie has to be re-done,
She never shows herself without conflict
Truth's nature is easy.
to convince people of her worthiness she just has to be
Lie's nature is to perpetually be disbelieved
Unhonored, unrevered, and disrespected
BOOM!
There they go, blowing themselves up
One after another
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
I get no satisfaction in listening
Recognizing the sorrow caused by sad betrayals
and hurt feelings caused by liars
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