Mourning’s Mirror, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter/X.

A broken bridge leaves all on edge
A precipice dangling on precarious ledge
In petty tribalism we drag and drudge

We don’t let go of the ego’s grudge
We slaughter each other in crimson sludge
Disdain of compassion a collateral smudge

Tick, toe tag, of our victories we brag
Through the skull cobblestones, bodies we drag
Blind to the gore, we cheer for more, WIN THE WAR

And the moon’s scarred face, will see no trace
Of our existence, in our sun’s last phase
Long since perished, we arrogantly cherish

The false notion of superiority over others
Our mirrors will mourn our selfish scorn
We are the same species they constantly warn

The old sage of the celestial skies
Were gas clouds give birth in cosmic time
To centers of solar systems, they dance in rhyme

Oblivious to our insecure chime
The center of nothing is what we are
Insignificant gnats in a buzzing jar

To accept our place, it’s not our space
We are merely riders on this tiny dot
To vanquish, our goal, tribalism’s evil plot
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Far too often humans will be brutal to each other and future generations will look back at our brutality and mourn what could have been avoided. Our only hope as a species is to stop thinking we are special to time. We are finite and just like we were not around as a species 10 billion years ago, we will not be around as a species 5 billion years from now.

As Shakespeare wrote. “flurry of activity signifying nothing.” But this does not portray hopelessness. We do matter to ourselves while we are alive and matter to those who love us while we are alive. So it matters collectively as a species to know and accept that that other person who doesn’t look or think like you, actually is like you. Because the universe does not care about us so it is up to us to care about each other as a species.