Space Opera

The grandest operas lack all music

In space

Pluck audacity and luck

Keep saving the human race

Centuries, epochs even eons on

Humans still battling beyond

The final mystery

Why must the galaxy repeat man’s history?

Star Wars Star Trek Stargate

The star always arrives almost too late

Starships racing faster than light

Battle in dog fights slow and in sight

Yet people always win

Once they expose trivial sins

Unless Japanese

Their gods and monsters much harder to please

Why is human self-importance so damned important?

Fiction makes sense

Not Earth’s history

Its unstoppered brutality

You kill your young

Then blame your sons

Euthanize so much of life

Proclaim the deserts free of strife

Human ants form their hills

Over mass tombs unstilled

Your planet is a pit stop

For extrasolar refugees

We come but mostly go

Knowing as we should know

You won’t be let out from your realm

Lethal farce might take the helm

Peace for you lives underground

Where talking heads speak sans sound

Above, the music of the spheres

Sings of your crimes

Can you hide the nature

Of human nature

Let your children see?

When you fall into bed

Repeat to yourself

Fantasy cannot save us

We must save ourselves

Touch the mirror and say it now