Outside Intelligence

We ponder sentient life on other planets
and wonder if they came here what they'd see:
chaos and confusion, warring masses,
the dark defining lines of poverty?

Perhaps they would be drawn here by our music:
composers such as Bach, or Andrew Lloyd...
or maybe Rock would be more to their liking
as they listened to our broadcasts from the void.

Would they be drawn by colors in the darkness,
hues of blue and greens, and clouds of white;
and while they were observing would they wonder
why skin-tones seemed to trigger and incite?

And would they wonder why wealth seemed important,
where cash and stature fit into the game—
and why the few had pull over the outcome
of so many when we all should be the same.

I hope if others visited our planet
they'd see past who we are to what we'd be;
if we would treat this earthly home as sacred
not squander all our gifts prodigiously.

© Ginny Brannan 2018