Picture this globe, a mass of hate and greed, <br />as humans kill themselves on Planet Earth. <br />Why do we claim to be the only creed? <br />What difference colour, faith, or place of birth? <br /> <br />Take credence of the nearest pulsing star <br />which gives us warmth and light, and night and day; <br />an energy, a life force from afar, <br />bestowed on us from countless miles away: <br /> <br />And while we give our thanks to Father Sun, <br />think of the planets dancing in his wake; <br />Could there be living beings on any one, <br />some secret species waiting to awake? <br /> <br />Now count the stars that decorate the sky: <br />Each one a sun, sustaining in it's light <br />a planetary system nearby; <br />substantial, real, though they avoid our sight. <br /> <br />And every planet that we cannot see, <br />that we have not the power to explore, <br />could carry life as sentient as we; <br />A billion life forms just outside our door. <br /> <br />So why exist in total ignorance? <br />This miserable spasm called the human race, <br />choosing to live in blinkered arrogance. <br /> <br />A teardrop in the infinite eye of space!<br /><br />Thomas Vaughan Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-prejudicial-planet/
