Nothing is a given
Nothing is for sure.
Only a few hundred years ago
We thought the planet was flat
Then we realised that
Not everything orbited round us.
We put men on the moon.
That grew old fast, so we stopped
Doing that.
For all we know aliens do exist
And they've learned quite a lot
Hopefully about how NOT to do things.
A planet that is a cautionary tale.
With that in mind
Tomorrow we should go out
And not expect more of the same
We should go out and
Make something happen.
Paint a mural on the wall
Make a living breathing fight club
Buy the title deed to a favourite night club.
Something of that nature.
It's good to think that when we leave here
We'll have done something
To be remembered by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem