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Stephen Loomes

Rookie - 88 Points (21ST JUNE 1950 / SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA)

Our Meteor

Our meteor is spinning
Towards a certain doom
We live upon its surface
Some people call it home
The scholars
Who should know these things
Suspect we are alone
Yet keep watch with their telescopes
In case they might be wrong
The one thing they are sure about
Is the impact won't be long
So knowing that it cannot last
We the living should be aware
It is only us, alone in space
For each other we should care
Yet this is not always the case
While some of us exploit the weak
And live like palaced royals
Others roam about in packs
And pick up on the spoils
Loving kindness still lives on
In the hearts of those who've learned to love
They will care for those who lack
Still many are marched off to war
While their leaders are sitting back
Fighting over land or wealth
Ignoring the suffering everywhere
Or killing for a belief in something
Which really isn't there
So who are they we should reverent
As this rock shoots on through space
Towards this final event?
It is those who care for others
Upon them alone we must depend.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013

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