A Billion Light Years Away
My true creation memory.
I was born from a fat cream cloud
that swooped in a gentle curve earthwards
Accompanied by a long note
torn from a scream - Mine
Me, a solitary thing knowing no kin
deposited alone in an alien world
Where earthlings invent comfort zones
boundaries, borders, counties & religions
All controlled with creeds of peace and love
in practice the opposite is The Law
A punishment planet where poverty feeds
rich power hungry A1 dynasties
Who exert their force over all dominions
(mineral, plant, animal & human life)
Alone at night I stand naked under stars
looking at my true home planet
A billion light years away.
By The Heron contributing poet to Art of Transistion
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