I love this poem. It’s about humanity, and progress, and loneliness, and at a time when billionaires are launching cars into space it seems more relevant than ever. Enjoy.
We looked up at the stars one day,
Aeons ago, in simpler skies,
And dreamed of climbing milky stairs,
And finding heaven’s treasures there:
We’d plunder wonders and devise,
A game for us to play.
We fancied we wore Nature’s Crown
And though we were so very little
We strove so hard to rise above,
The grubby ground – we threw out love,
And didn’t let our broken-brittle
Human essence weigh us down.
And so we flew, so high, so grand
We fought us into different tribes,
And tore into a thousand parts
Our union-blood and common-hearts,
And build our nations great divides
Of property and stolen land.
And still we rupture and we fray
Our numbers swell, our cultures shrink
And more and more the sorrow grows,
The pain a tortured species knows,
We stuff the void with stuff and drink
A lonely toast to our decay.
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