And the Meek Shall Inherit the Earth

Children of the stars they say
Reaching
Shackled to our feet of clay . . .

The coin that knows but one side
Seeking
Self-knowledge  history  denied.

Almost comprehend, not quite
Feeling
Never growing to full height

And stepping to an off beat

Fated

Trapped beneath the sun’s bright heat.

Stars pattern in the night sky
Small ones always asking why
Doomed to crawl and then to die
Children of the
Stars can’t
Fly.

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