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Has a precious space been breached?
A holy shrine,
We spilled that cup of holy wine?
As we for our zenith reached?
On landing pat that rocket stands,
Do we have to leave, or have to stay?
Bring our own, or robot hands,
Still know then how to pray,
Who among us wants to leave?
Never to return, never ever see the earth,
Again once more its death to grieve,
Abiding love its dearth,
Now aliens occupy its treasured space,
Not need to breathe, to be,
Walk like us, and have our face,
They look like you and me,
Insidiously in us, they took their place,
In our hearts and minds,
Not blessed they are, in holy grace,
Not God their heart it finds,
Not love of blossom or of green,
Not fauna, flora, or a bird,
Except the greed that golden sheen,
Of Mother Nature never heard,
These aliens need not puppy love,
Or any other kind,
Not even from the Gods above,
To all these things are blind,
Pressed deep in our seats, breathing Co2,
We travel to the skies,
To find another marble blue,
Tears well and grieve our hearts and eyes,©
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Blessings and Love - Micke
my best
Tuchy
In Spirit,
Bear
Oh man! we are a sorry lot, not wonder the aliens don't want contact!
Georg
To find another marble blue
The horrendous way things are going, that may not be very long from now. But I also now sadly wonder how long it would take to ruin another heavenly paradise-like planet.
History, if it ever gets to be written, will probably conclude we had the best intentions and the worst, and the worst won. I constantly ask if we deserve this home.
John