Biased Poem by Patti Masterman

The sky above is cloaked with stars,
In galaxies of kindred suns;
Fire to faraway diamonds turned,
From sun to setting sun.

The sky unsettled ocean is,
Where scintillate tides go by;
And rumored life may somewhere dwell,
Hid from the roving eye.

And God himself, a rumor, myth;
The giant eye of fate,
Who orbits all our trials and cares-
We, who arrived so late.

From lowly amoeba to high-class brain,
We pride ourselves the highest,
Alone; out of this whole huge world-
We have a selfsame bias.