There’s a smiley face in space
that’s beaming from above
at our mindless human race
on Earth we say we love.
Yet we mortals trash our planet
and with weaponry we man it,
dream up lucrative devotions,
scheme up profiteering notions.
(If it’s good for us, we ban it.)
We pour poisons in the oceans,
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: astronomy