I like humans.
They are a peculiar people who are confined
on a planet long forgotten in space.
Abandoned, as well as in a bus with non-existent stops,
they believe that it is in store for them
safe and happy a destiny.
It seems they are waiting for a new land, where milk
and honey flow abundantly and evil never finds shelter,
once promised by the creator of their race.
Such is the story that has been passed by their ancestors,
successively and unhappily buried in the wheels of time.
I think they deserve to be supported in every way possible,
as their toiling has been proven very arduous and painful.
Indeed, they have so far endured their journey, due to odd,
exquisite and singular a love, long ago born and cultivated,
with warmth and passion, to and from anyone of them.
Anyway, although his absence,
they remember and revere their creator,
and, some, even love.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©