By What Right
By what right do we destroy,
that which can feel pain and joy?
They may not shed water tears,
but if we cannot face our fears,
of what seems other than we are,
evolved around some other star-
What are we then?
I’d like to think we could be fair,
but history shows this rather rare.
Fear and greed gets in the way,
What seems like almost every day.
But not every day.
What tomorrow holds I cannot say.