Poems Primarily Narrative (or not)

Wishful Thinking?

We fly away from earth

seeking others like ourselves

boasting that we'd like to make them friends

We send messages through space

and we listen for response

boasting that we'd like to make them friends

But surrounding our own planet

is a screen of weaponry

designed to see that all intrusion ends

And what we failed to learn at home

we take with us to the stars

still boasting that we'd like to make them friends

Perhaps we should start over

take look at life on earth

redesign the way our motive tends

We could begin by making ploughshares

from the weapons we have wrought

tearing down the walls that hate defends

Then take our neighbours hands

and giving them our love

assuring them it isn't just for lends

Join our voices in a shout

tell the world what we're about

and promise that we'll always be their friends