Poor Lonely Orphans Of Earth - Poem by Patti Masterman
Poor lonely orphans of earth,
Lost from our past, from our kin;
Tired travelers of solitude's path-
From what cosmic egg were birthed,
Into what genetic bath;
What lightnings lit up your face,
In sadness and in mirth?
Where is that trace
Of the first man's wrath
When he lost his home?
For it seems, we've rambled always,
And been accursed to roam
For the length of all our days
While still looking for that place:
Will it always be a wanderer,
The homeless human race?
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