Last night I watched a sci-fi movie with my twin brother, as I often do, and began thinking. Have you ever noticed the way sci-fi movies portray alien worlds? There is always one dominant life form or species that reigns over the planet much like we humans do here on Earth. In their worlds though, they all share a common language, common culture, and common outlook on what is and what isn't meant to be. Never once would they go to war against their own kind, let alone betray them to make themselves better off. Yet that is exactly what happens here. Now I am not saying that that is diversity's fault, far from it actually. I believe the vast number of languages, cultures, customs, ethnicities, races, and religions here is one of the most magnificent aspects of this planet. I am simply stating that we envision and suspect alien worlds to be united while we ourselves are not. And why is that? And why can't we get along?
I don't have an answer to these questions. I do, however, have a poem that reflects the way I feel about them. I wrote it a few years ago, but it has always remained my favorite of all the poems I have ever written. Enjoy!
Moonlight Masquerade
Only in death can we find freedom,
Only in freedom can we find life;
And so the dance begins.
The clock strikes twelve on the wall,
Decorations consume the hall,
Much excitement for the coming ball;
As the people enter in.
They wear masks to hide the truths,
Fantasy is their excuse,
To enjoy reality.
They dance and drink the night through,
Angels and demons and jesters too,
All together in a harmonic hue;
Colors to every degree.
But slowly the sun returns again,
The day starts and the dance ends,
And the fun begins to fade.
They leave the ball and shed their glee,
Sinking back into reality,
Wondering why things can’t always be
Like the moonlight masquerade.
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