You’ve got to step outside this planet –
View it for a change,
From the scenic views outside;
Cause everybody dies sooner than we’d like anyway.
Let’s build something with our hands
That won’t be tossed aside
And stop slamming our doors to homes
When we walk by in the confidence of hope.
I know we really aren’t wolves
But I’m not so certain we’re sheep
Cause we keep baking bricks
From the mud under this house where we dwell
And stacking them against men we pretend to call ‘Brother.’
Where do we go, Lord;
When Earth passes from view
Like a blue memory that we exchanged for pain?
Galaxies keep coming
And quantum physicists know nothing
About the end of things
Or the beginning,
Where they prayed to a God they pretend to call ‘Father;’
Even when the skies were falling
Through their lens-capped…
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