Paradox

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Aug 19, 2021

Where
are they?
The question
asked is.
The Fermi
Paradox.
Where are
they?
Where are
the others?
From other
stars.
Are we
alone?
Naive,
stupid 
question!
Look around.
Animals on
this rock.
Slaughtering
millions.
Millions
of us.
Wars, murders
by the score.
Blood letting
on a  horrific
scale.
Murdering
each other
as easily
as falling
off a log.
Human nature.
We can’t
even see it.
It’s normalized.
It’s what
animals do.
Where are
they?
You’ve got
to be
kidding.
Why the
hell
would they
want to
deal with
us?
If we
slaughter
our own
with such
ease…..

 

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