Cosmic Intervention

14.1.2020

One day, when it all comes to an end,

Maybe there’ll be peace at last.

Maybe there will be light again

In the world that had become dark.

With aliens called pain and sorrow,

That race had made its mark.

It will be called the apocalypse

By the race who knew no better.

The very same species that shuttered

Life out of every crevice and break

Till the planet had no more to give

And that race had no more to take.

They talk of another asteroid

That will one day come

And wipe out all signs of life.

But that race seems not to know,

That Life – with compassion and respect,

Was wiped out long ago.

Some say there may be fire,

Others say it will be a sweeping wave.

What if it were neither but instead

Just a clearing up of waste?

Or perhaps there are wiser beings

Who have watched us all along,

As we destroy our home, our mother,

The land where we belonged.

And what if it were actually a plan

To subdue an enemy and save a land?

We’ll know that day.

The day when it all comes to an end.

The day we are all fighting against,

Ignoring and praying in alternation.

We will know where we stand,

On the day of cosmic intervention.