Lost Poem by Giselle Joseph

Just like a bird
out of the snear of the fowler
I flew away each time soaring higher
staying stedfast glimpsing below
my world seemed so shallow.

Like a pin head it appeared to be
lost forever in the bewildered galaxy
marooned over by metal objects
scurrrying past with no directive.

Human Beings they were called once
with no hearts, on each other now they pounce
trained to eliminate their target
fighting their own world war
door to door and every market.

Hate flood their batteries
lives purposely erased from their memories
forward they march on
trespassing unto enemy battle ground.

Forever lost in space
I'll continue to sing
'The Amazing Grace.'