Masters Of The Universe Poem by Sandra Feldman

Looking for happiness,
Secretly, beyond the trauma of birth,
Seeking in Space,
A little faith,
A bit of grace, a little mirth,
Questioning the Sky,
Always asking 'Why'?

But,
Answers slide into dark caves,
Are distorted and carried away,
By human waves,
Buried into secret graves,
So that ignorance and manipulation
Can prevail,
For clarity and liberty,
To always Fail!

Stories, Stories, Stories.
To endow and fill deep pockets,
Where most humans find their 'Glory',

I do not accept false human files,
That have grieved our minds and lives,
Throughout the Centuries like knives.

Masters of the Universe, my eye,
We are not ever masters of our own destiny,
We don't even know why we live and why we die.
In this lonely planet in the sky.