Sonne’s Song, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

There is no mourning
In a mushroom cloud
The end of all seasons
Of nothing we should be proud
Since the time
We first walked erect
We dreamed of rival’s death
And the earth cares not
Of our pettiness
It can be far, far
Far more ruthless
And we are oblivious
Estranged and clueless.
(end)

Every so often another poet will inspire me to write a poem. “Sonne” is the name she goes by on Twitter. She says “Sonne” means “sun”. And she like I see the short sightedness of our species and our violence and wars as pointless and a dangerous distraction to our survival. Thank you S.G “Sonne” for inspiring these words.