Planet Zero

I come from planet Zero.
Nothing.
Not a thing.
Planet Zero.

Me no talk without permission.
Me no be a military hero.
Me be educated in
thinking like the herd.

Nothing.
Not a thing.
Planet Zero.

Zipper zips and sips to empty.
Milk curdles in the stew.
White men attack a Negro.
Drink his blood.
Be his thoughts.

A road begins and ends
from the main city
on Planet Zero.

Minds look alike.
Minds act alike.
Minds think alike.

Nothing never falls asleep.
Nothing never learns.
Getting high.
Smoking release.

Nothing.
Not a thing.
Planet Zero.

Reviews

[Holly M. May]

This poem is very nicely written! It had fantastic flow and I found it thought provoking and very deep. I deeply enjoyed the simplicity it had and yet the depth of it was that of an abyss. Kudos my friend, kudos. =3

[Cassie Fraga]

great flow on this piece!!

[Thea]

Such uniqueness flowing in this poem...Great work! :)))

[Manpreet]

Nice work!

[Pi Cee]

I always thought we called this earth.
Great expression. Keep it up

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Very nice, enjoyed this one

[Tai Ryens]

Amazing, but haunting, description about planet zero. A place where no private thought may be voiced, a place where nothing is learned, but also a place where everyone is truly equal. Wonderful job!