Once we were the prime elect,
The chosen and select few.
Our duty? To teach and defend.
To that end we were armed with might.
The boundless skies were our reward
And light from sun, moon and star
Fuelled our magical flight.
Duty bound, we laboured long .
Taught earthbound kin right from wrong,
Respect for Earth and each other
Soul to Soul..sister and brother.
Earth, man and us in harmony
A galactic melody.
Alas, often we turned our eyes
From Earth and man to seek the skies.
But Oh! how the stars sang to us!
As we blindly turned our face
The moon bathed us in her grace
And the mighty sun’s living flow
Did paint us in his timeless glow.
In our hubris we did neglect
To ever serve and to protect.
Declared ourselves a special sect.
We were favoured! We owned the skies!
And man diminished in our eyes
Our final act…our greatest sin
We judged them as a lesser kin.
Their brief short lives we proudly scorned,
Their fate and Earth’s by us unmourned.
In our folly and conceit
We had claimed ourselves elite
And sang our cosmic song.
Ah! How wrong we were.
We did not see the bitter seeds
We sowed, nor the harvest we were owed.
We neglected our earthbound kin far too long
Who, in their ignorance, found another song
And sang and sang until the blood ran.
Misguided, they plundered earth and sea.
Their only gods were ‘I’ and ‘ME’.
The universe wept!
And we were swept
Into a cosmic storm,
Our wings ripped and torn!
Our infamy at last repaid
Cast to the Earth we had betrayed.
Those who managed to survive
Saw the Hell allowed to thrive
And wept with shame.
This, now, was ours….this dark domain.
© Susan E. Birch
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