No longer in our grand design
Way out in outer space
Pluto, Planet number nine
Demoted by our human race
Pluto belongs in space cemeterial
With arrogance we’ve decided
So certain about matters celestial
Methinks we are misguided
We can’t control what’s here on earth
On our global matters we fumble
Of our arrogance there is no dearth
We’d be wise to be more humble
I agree Stan If we don't take care of Mother Earth first, we won't have a platform to launch from.
very eloquently stated. never thought about it that way but, now i totally agree. how dare we? ! who are we to decide.. interesting piece. f.b.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow Stanley, what a nice enjoyable style you have.... you really bring it.... Jim Troy