Looking for happiness,
Secretly, beyond the trauma of birth,
Seeking in Space,
A little faith,
A bit of grace, a little mirth,
Questioning the Sky,
Always asking 'Why'?
But,
Answers slide into dark caves,
Are distorted and carried away,
By human waves,
Buried into secret graves,
So that ignorance and manipulation
Can prevail,
For clarity and liberty,
To always Fail!
Stories, Stories, Stories.
To endow and fill deep pockets,
Where most humans find their 'Glory',
I do not accept false human files,
That have grieved our minds and lives,
Throughout the Centuries like knives.
Masters of the Universe, my eye,
We are not ever masters of our own destiny,
We don't even know why we live and why we die.
In this lonely planet in the sky.
A master poem indeed, the first seven lines are a perfect set up for how the poem changes flow. Another wonderful poem Sandra!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a gorgeously constructed poem Sandra! I love love love the content within and the words are beautiful power. I related to the poem as a whole, but I particularly enjoyed these lines: Answers slide into dark caves, Are distorted and carried away, By human waves, Buried into secret graves, So that ignorance and manipulation Can prevail, For clarity and liberty, To always Fail!