(This is a revision of a Sci-Fi poem I wrote in 2002)

I’m not generally this pessimistic, but given the current events in the U.S. it seems fitting.

A Longstanding Lie

 

With gun

With blade

With deep-seated rage

We’ve settled on this course

 

You win

We lose

All turns subterfuge

The process reconvenes

 

Take yours

For mine

More dangerous times

So it can be yours again

 

Your son

My wife

Breathing and life

Hate means more than family

 

From Earth

Then out

With no shred of doubt

The process will repeat

Star Trek’s humanity one is a lie