A debate between the angel and demon on a star traveller’s shoulder…

Lift off in three…



Do I have the right to go where I’m going

To try to make a new home amongst the stars

To reside somewhere between Jupiter and Mars

Well that’s just my team

Others have set out before us

heading towards Andromeda, and still others towards the sky taurus

we must leave our world behind

spoilt rotten by our own kind

and yet we still need to survive

hence we go with the hope of finding a new home

a new place to belong, where we can stake a claim

and what if we find sentient beings, what then?

do we introduce them to the ways of men

do we entice them with friendship and peace and together break bread

whilst we formulate schemes on how to take their land in our heads

this scenario sounds familiar, it happened hundreds of years ago

history is repetitive, at least that’s what I’m told

the ethics of survival play by a different set of rules

you just gotta do what you gotta do

Is my heart pounding from guilt, or potential guilt or just fear?

my blue and green planet now behind, ahead lies a new frontier

What, how and why do we have the right to survive

if we did this to ourselves?

Lessons humanity should have learned flicker

Dulled out by a glimmer

of hope

of what the future could hold…

So?! So what of the suffering of colonies of times past

So…what about the colony forming units of microbes

that existed once upon a yesteryear

the bacteria that inhabited so many different and distinct places

in the environment, even in our throats and on our faces

our recorded history does show that these microscopic persons fought!

changing, and re-changing and adapting whenever they sought

new and improved living quarters

they would mutate their genes and move house

and abandon ship if they had to

remember, when times are tough

you just gotta do what you gotta do

so our survival instinct is a living breathing thing

it continues to continue as part of our evolution

it is what will keep us fighting

so hush! and don’t judge me for wanting to stay alive

after all, if we have the knowledge to travel to make a new home

then we deserve it, wherever we land, however long it takes to drive

ethics can take a back seat in this space ship

Somewhere between Jupiter and Mars is where we deserve to start anew

survival instinct is now at maximal percentage

remember, you just gotta do what you gotta do.

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For Sayali and Apoorva, two of my best PhD buddies who inspired this melancholic poem on the debate of ‘columbusing’ new planets for the sake of human survival in the future.