Along The Milky Way

A poem I wrote during an early morning.

           

Across the Galaxy,

A familiar place,

Where a species,

Homo sapiens,

Were gifted with the greatest progression,

Believe they rule the world.

 

Homo sapiens,

Their buildings,

Their skyscrapers stand tall,

As a testament to their dominance,

And they, as a group, not as a civilization,

They stand tall and proclaim ownership of the earth.

 

But men,

Some think they are taller than others,

Some feel their right is to reign over man like a God,

Make demands of a world, that on the surface seems to bend to their will,

But upon further inspection,

It’s just around as the planet spins,

Just waiting for their fall.

 

One night,

When the stars align,

When the moment is just right,

They will have awakened something,

Something fierce and unexpected,

Against men who control,

This day will be The First Day.

 

Author's Note

I've challenged myself to write a poem a week and this is for the 3rd week.

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Hello, James, this is an interesting look at mankind. Will a global "civilization" form after "The First Day"?

[James Whitefall]

I imagine only self-respect and human dignity will survive. Maybe then freedom will be pockets of community who create that which they seek. Thanks for the review.