On a carpet of stardust,
I walked there from Mars.
Someone told me that on Earth
they are constantly at war.
Everybody surely knows
it’s just a floating tiny stone,
so, what are they arguing for?
A hide-and-seek lover God?
Borders existing only on maps?
A sheer illusion of dominion
nullified by the time that flows?
A paragraph on history books?
It’s such a pity that they turned
a wonderland into an abattoir.
Indeed I have to tell the truth,
with heavy heart I hurried home
before getting fatally caught
in that nonsensical mosh.
I’ll just observe them from afar,
with my mighty telescope,
in the comfort of my rocks.
Cosmic & Uneasy 