Generations

From the alien perspective

 

Generations

 

If one would come from some far place

And see our youth roam they the earth’s face

What would they think of those in charge?

Would they think we are lost, just livin’ large?

Would they wonder why the beauty is lost

Blinded by bling? Did they count that cost?

Of music what would one think?

Can anyone on this dark place not drink?

Voices so hoarse and rasping through words

What beings can live with this sound they are cursed?

 

Such was said to us in days past

Strange how that sounds still rings to last!

Yet now tis all wonder and gathering such

Materials, and things, beauty and bling, too much.

With this dark longing they strive to flee

And in fast pursuit others to free

Ships to the night

Free them this plight!

When smoke clears they hear sad mourning

Lives not lost yet they are scorning!

 

Misunderstood they must have

Times cut now in half

As rubble strewn streets

Search with their feet

From one lone tower

Still flashing this hour

And one more phone rings

The music now sings!

Far from this place

Now they must race.

 

Come back they will, when they understand us.

Reviews

[intangible_soul]

I really enjoyed this. Its strange, I have just been clicking around and I am lead to the writings that I really need to read. For whatever reason, its a good thing. I am finding that there are so many out there that think about things the same way as I.

"Would they wonder why the beauty is lost
Blinded by bling? Did they count that cost?"

This is one topic I have been considering deeply lately. You have a way with these words that makes this concept in particular easy to understand, while providing an point of view that perhaps others have not explored yet. Thanks so much for sharing!

[Ruth]

Oh they would think we insane as well as be curious lollll
This is excellent!
No wasted imagery, dwelling on so much that it strikes home that humans need to realign, to what exactly? Well, that continues lol
xx

[Carrie Montgomery]

"Can anyone on this dark place not drink?" interesting.
"Of music what would one think?" I have often asked this myself.
"Come back they will, when they understand us." will we EVER be understood? can the madness we now call humanity/society ever be explained?

[Nicholas Hallows]

I have just finished reading No Country For Old Men and some of the thoughts in this poem reminded me of it.

'all of that is signs and wonders but it dont tell you how it got that way. And it dont tell you nothing about how it's fixin to get, neither'

I enjoyed this poem. Very thought-provoking. Nicely done. NH