Jupiter
Slowly Earth turns,
While I watch from Jupiter.
Bathing in the sun’s holy light,
A work of art, God’s precious gift,
Now cracked, at war with itself,
Resonating with each threatening blow of man.
Slowly Earth changes,
While I watch from Jupiter.
To the ground, golden leaves fall,
Along with another man on the battlefield.
New weapons, new wars, new toys for
Those who love most when love has drowned in hate.
Slowly Earth bleeds,
While I watch from Jupiter.
Bittered by the way the bruised waters
Batter the shore, the blue-black drops
Muddle the beauty
That once was this world.
Slowly Earth dies,
Her silent tears like raging rivers.
And her people, just like me
Seem to be waiting,
Watching from Jupiter.
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