Causation

 

It’s dangerous out there

I know

(sometimes in here)

Sometimes in

All the things

That do not sensibly

Go together

Illusion of peace

While there is war

Freedom while many

Are slaves

Breathing in

What seems a pretty sky

With all things we’ve put in it

Do you get it?

I’m not sure I do

So many killing things

With industries to keep ourselves alive

 

When they arrive

Extraterrestrials will wonder

What we’ve done to ourselves

And why

Unless they speak among themselves

Yes, we remember profit

We remember cheapened life

Thank goodness

And our gods,

We grew out of that

Discovered what they really mean

To have

And have not

 

C L Couch

 

 

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