ArrivedA Poem by E.J. Waling
When
they come, what will they see? Organics, animals. A world full of animals. Dirty messy, animals. Animals steeped in instincts, controlling. Animals fighting. Pecking order, fighting for power, control. War, eons of war, killing on an unimaginative scale. Millions upon millions killed. Killed for control. Primitive beliefs. Beliefs, they’ll find alien belief systems. Religion, they’ll find religions preaching. Controlling. Speaking of gods, saviors. None of which resonates with their understanding of things. They’ll stay out of sight, so alien this all be. © 2018 E.J. Waling |
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Added on December 7, 2018 Last Updated on December 7, 2018 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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