'' To Exploit What Belongs To Another '' Poem by Bri Mar

Proxima Centauri our neighbourhood star,
Hides a planet where we wish to berth,
Is 4.5 light years really that far?
To travel to the new planet earth.

There's space debris we humans have left,
Asteroids and comets abound,
Hit any of those we'll be feeling bereft,
There'll be nothing left to be found.

This star's but a dot in mass we call space,
The planet we crave, yes, it's there,
But what if includes an alien race,
Could be they won't want to share.

After six months in space we waste away,
For the body craves gravity down here,
Think thousands of years then think of decay,
The human would just disappear.

If technology improves with regard to speed,
The human still has to survive,
If the dangers out there we refuse to heed,
On others planets we will never arrive.

Could they like us be searching for life?
A planet where they could live on,
Have our scientists even thought of the strife,
If those aliens now seek a new dawn.

If they're anything like us but more advanced,
Our evolution contradicts what we claim,
With weaponry and technology more enhanced,
Their ire we could well inflame.

Our Earth is dying humans are a blight,
We hide behind facts we then smother,
Let's admit the truth we know it's not right,

‘' To Exploit What Belongs To Another ‘'