Dust
From stardust we were born,
The cosmos our father,
Spreading it's seed,
A barren rock, the expectant mother,
Eons pass, gestation is long,
Then life springs forth,
A miracle is borne,
Nurtured by the sun's lifegiving warmth,
Some babies die, survival of the fittest,
Natural selection, evolution chooses,
Like a fight for supremacy,
Some she keeps, and some she looses,
Here we are, billions of years later,
The ultimate beings, perfect, victorious,
A civilized society, the top of the chain,
All are below us, we the glorious,
Or so we think, what's it all for,
We harbour a hatred for our sisters and brothers,
Why so much disdain, the need to destroy,
Undo the many labours of our one true mother
One day soon, she'll commit infanticide,
Take back what she created, she feels she must,
For her own survival, to start a new family,
and we, will return from whence we came...dust
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A refined poetic imagination, James S. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.