We Did Some Stuff

We can reach much more than Mars, if we reach for the stars

Christyl Rivers, Phd.
No Crime in Rhymin’

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Mars? Photo by Victor Garcia on Unsplash

We sequenced our human DNA
We found we are One race, that way
We once walked upon the moon
Hope to vacation, one day soon
Ending planets is a haunting phantom
But further back, we split the atom

But, this week, this week, this week…
This week we went to Mars
This week we touched the stars

Once upon a time, we gathered food
Or killed, when in courageous mood
Once we founded city-states
Made rules for prayers and steady mates
We soon replaced our worshipping
To elevate mere man to priest or king

But, this week, this week, this week…
This week we went to Mars
This week we touched the stars

Once, we knew the sacred Earth
Pondered the wonder of our birth
Once we lived not in our screens
But upon lush lands caressed by streams
Those days, forgotten, yet they dwell
Within every single living cell

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Christyl Rivers, Phd.
No Crime in Rhymin’

Ecopsychologist, Writer, Farmer, Defender of reality, and Cat Castle Custodian.