What Value Life
What value Life, ferment from a gooey, primordial concoction
From the kindling of stars 12 billion years ago; this genetic mutation,
This conscious oddity of Time, beating a zillion odds, O, gee!
This so-called life has become ultimately ME.
At Whose behest these births bring forth ancestral links of DNA
These fleeting trials of organic existence come to play
Arrogant, callous and privileged; oppressed, resigned and poor;
Than perceived values of class, than vested attributes, life is more.
This conscious world of hopeless infirmity, of suffering, of pain
Makes abortionists and Kevorkians among us seem compassionate and sane;
But the innocent succumb to judgement expedient, selfish, primitive
Who must decide which death is impartial, which Life is fit to live.
If the Universe we know in billion so years were to implode
Losing all civilization's gains, ending all evil and all good;
Why must man turn against brother, what intransigence's so profound,
Let's waste no time, let's coexist in peace face destiny we're all bound.
When this freak sprout of Time wilts, I should reflect
Have I helped other Lives live as I did mine with dignity and respect;
Only then to those million other seeds and lost chances, could I
Be proud and say: Thank you. Life was worth a try!
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Roots
Beyond bleak moon horizons a resplendent blue planet rises
sublime
But a speckle in the grandeur of space, a glimmer in a stretch of time;
So alluring an earth rise, deja vu strikes this moon walking earth
creature
Who, unraveling deep secrets of the past, sees this past in his future.
Venerable Earth, four and half billion year refuge, yet uncertain,
Her destiny forged by forces without, wrought of convulsions within,
Oasis in a system of barren, hostile worlds of benevolent Sun
Nurturing all creatures, predators and prey alike, from virus to man.
Threat of mass extinction in this planet gone deranged, depleted, dying,
Grim consequences of a foolish man's greed, turf wars and reckless tinkering;
Generations pass but common sense remains, ever vigilant the wise
That generations come well planned and wars mere tantrums to compromise.
Whirling this galactic span, chance collision should Earth disintegrate,
Or freeze dry a dwindling sun, or in a red giant incinerate;
So much in so short a time in the cosmic calendar can man achieve,
Perish not like dinosaurs, he can preempt stellar exodus and live.
Thence he travels with speed of light, transcends what he's capable of
knowing;
And seeds the stars wit his kind, this progeny is his purpose of being;
Mortality bonds him closer with his God, redeemer, mollifier
As he in another star finds his roots. Mightier than he. Godlier.
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