Watchers In The Skies Poem by Gerry Legister

See the days how dark they really are
with scientific technology advancing so far,
making morals obsolete and force players
offered by frenzied saints and goodly sinners
to solicit help from watchers in the skies.
Repairing stations with astral disguises,
The Conspiracy theory coming too late
Earth remain in a morals bankrupt state
Do celestial eyes see pain unmove?
That tinkling parts alone cannot remove
the brood of wild terror hidden in sight.
Even the moon and stars have mild light
obey laws of asteroids immutable way.
With daring signs and illustrious display,
in the travesty of injustice vacancy appear;
fierce coals in smallest grain of the hair.
Spears kept in keyholes made on secret road,
Walls that holds faint and sad mode.
Ambush voices with positive answers,
Europe speaks softly with tied tongue tours,
Once life brought extraordinary thrills,
Far and near reverberating noise chills
the lovely dove with ordained voice disdain,
when will the hush of paradise come again?
For now, satellite provided answers to our cries
from silent watchers marooned in darker skies.
Watching us instead of watching the demises.
Cyber-attacks, the hackers with back-packer
Every penny's worth made entrepreneurs richer.
Devalued communities poorer than they are worth
Traditions can't pay back transition of new growth.
Fretting ruins will run for many miles outside
Hide in underground holes with cunning pride,
of shadows creeping up a communicable shaft.
To dwell comfortable by slow smouldering craft.
Moving the atomic minutes into winds that blow
to shape slow minds into what society already know,
from watchers in the skies, we should open our eyes
Lest being engulfed by cosmonaut's hypothesis,
make inside roof and walls become black as space
beneath the thick cloud of turmoil waste.