Be still my beating heart
for it may come out of my chest,
sprout wings
and fly to the next galaxy and
beyond
one where
there are no wars, theft,
manipulation,
currency,
racism,
cancer, psychological issues,
man left to fend for himself
all alone with no place to go
and nobody left
to comfort him.
this new place has none of that
they've moved past those lessons
a long time ago,
laughing
at our young planet
in its infancy and false wisdom
that it thinks it has
but has not.
people
of all walks of life, races, ethnicities,
backgrounds, colors, religions,
they're all in line for a ticket to go
the next galaxy stands
ready to receive
but one question remains,
whether the leaders have enough pride
to admit when they're wrong,
that their planet
is inferior
after all.
- Author: Justin Edse (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 2nd, 2023 10:04
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 13
Comments1
There's no new galaxy. I've eaten it. Plus the milky way, mars bars, etc lol.
Hehehehe, I love it! What a great comment. 🙂
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