Even upon their arrival,
Some will view them as aliens...
Or invaders.
But as leechers placed here to feed,
On a planet that allows this.
We've been blinded to believe we lead...
With limited consciousness,
That separates us from our own commonness.
And an awareness of that,
Has us in struggle and conflict...
To prove with misguided determination,
There is reason to exterminate our own existence.
Even upon their arrival,
Some will view them as aliens...
Or invaders,
To a way of life we choose to fight...
To the bitter end!
For purposes to control creation.
'That makes no sense! '
Really?
Tell me you are kidding?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem