Science Forums 2

[Moontanman]

the Stars Beckon


Once When Men Looked At The Stars, They Saw Gods
They Prayed And Begged But The Stars Gave Them Not Even A Nod

Them Men Became Wise And Saw The Stars As Distant Suns
Trips To These Distant Lights Were Planned In Fun

Then The Earth Became Small, And Men Looked At The Sky
Those Worlds Looked Like The Answer To The Crowded Earth’s Cry

But The Wise Men Who Make The Rules, The Ones Who Decide
Said “not Yet, We Must Protect Ourselves From The Other Side.”

Weapons Of, War, That’s What We Need, More And More, With Godspeed
So They Bought And They Bought With Fear And Pride To Fuel Their Greed

So These Men, With No Thought Or Care, Borrowed From Those Yet To Be,
All The Wealth, The Coal, Oil, And Gas, Even The Last Of The Trees

When The Others Proved To Be No Longer A Threat
To Move To The Stars Looked Like A Sure Bet

But Again The Men, The Men So Sure Their Wisdom Knew No Bounds
Said, “not Yet, To Solve Our Problems, More Wealth Must Be Found.”

But Men Made More Men, And The Cry For More Room Grew Louder Still
And Our World Grew Smaller And, And The Future Was Stolen To Pay The Bill

One Day The Men In Control Saw The Wealth Had Run Out
Suddenly The Wisdom Of These Wise Men Knew The Pain Of Doubt

They Said “where Are Voices That Planned For The Stars?”
The Answer Was “ We Traded Them For More Boats, Planes, And Cars”

So The Wise Men Looked For The Riches It Would Take To Reach The Sky
But Nothing Remained, No Oil, No Trees, Not Even Birds On High

Just A Small Foul Planet, With Men To Spare
A World Pillaged, Now Filled With Dispair

Many Years Later, In The Sky, Appears A New Light
A Mighty Vessel, A Starship, Looks Down From A Height

No Longer Do The Works Of Man Dominate The Veiw
Just Clean Air, Pristine Forests, And Oceans Of Blue

When These Visitors Stride Across What Was Once Our Land
Through Moldering Cities Built At Mans Command

Our Epitaph Transcends The Barriers Of Species And Time
Screams Out From The Ruins The Story Of Our Crime

We Took No Bold Steps, We Got What Men Crave
We Provided For Everyone, From Cradel To Grave!


Michael Hissom