A short poem on the state of our world, the lack of human connection, and our inevitable betrayal of our world due to the selfishness trained into our society.
Incessant moon that’s always missed
by city lights, whose signs kiss the darkness
and never let it be.
Yet there it is, palely reflecting
the star that cares little and less of our world.
We are specks on a blue dot and we are home,
but we don’t love our home.