Behold!!
The Wanderer
Traveling the stars
Both near and far
What does it know
It’s just a brain in a jar
Come to inspect our world
What hurled us down this path
Our hubris
Our love of trash
Why would we bathe in ash
Why would we destroy our home
Is it too much or too little love for ourselves
Killing ourselves for the ephemera on the shelves
Perhaps if we delved deeper
We could learn from this seeker
And make our world a little less bleak
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Comments (6)
Perhaps.... Though we human beings are a stubborn lot.
A post-christmas tat slap in the face, well done.
Unfortunately, our jars seem to be empty of brains. Well done.
Nice poem! I noticed that you are a historian. Any specialty?
Another good one!
MOTHER EARTH DOES NOT BELONG TO US. WE ARE HERE TO BE HER FRIEND NOT TO DESTROY HER. YEAH SO WHY DO WE TRASH MOTHER EARTH? LOVE YOUR POEM