Little Green Men……

Hi all, I’m inclined to write about a poem I wrote, circa 1997. I would have been the ripe old age of 15 or 16 years old and knew everything! Or thought I did. And, well, I can’t kid myself. I still think I do sometimes, but I’m working on it okay! And so the story continues. I wrote poem at a time when being “green” in the sense of global caretaking and environmentally thoughtful wasn’t really a thing. Or so I thought. You see, as long as I can remember, I’ve known a farmer. Most of my family were and are farmers and thusly, realize that one must take care of their surroundings if they want it to continue to produce something. Hey, that even goes for ourselves! Back to the story, I felt a need to try and take care of the land around me and seek out others that felt the same way. I didn’t do this because there was some cool meme going around the internet or because some ‘influencer’ had posted a well polished Instagram picture. “Hey Elon, holler at your girl!!” Seriously though, I did it because it was the right thing to do. To sacrifice something is to make it sacred. Now I’m not preaching to you. You participate in this thing called life by any means you see fit. As for me, I like to be thankful to myself and the world around me as I am one with all and they are one with me. That’s just my perspective, let me know yours.

So anyway, back to the poem. I want to tell you that it’s okay to question the knowledge that you have been given and if it doesn’t sit right with your perspective, that’s okay. Don’t let someone repackage something in a shiny box and try to sell it to you. Humans have been on this earth for a very, very long time and there isn’t really anything (except cell phones and the internet) that we haven’t experienced before. Humans have always observed and tried and failed and fought and loved and starved and gluttoned and any other thing you can think of. All I’m asking is that you take everything with a grain of salt and if it offends your senses, leave it alone. Walk away from it and find something else that rings true to your inner compass. You know what’s best for you and if you don’t, then figure it out. Word of advice, don’t let anyone give you an wooden nickels!

Little Green Men by Tonya

Our galaxy can be equivocated

To that of a lonely tear on

The cheek of an unborn child

As faint and irrational as it may be

We can’t tell if we are the non-hostile species

Many think of the little green men

But we could be the little green men

In search of more blood and rage

All the dead planets could be a result

Of our selfishness and stupidity

We could have inhabited many millions of planets

Just to use and abuse their beautiful bounty

This small planet is just a holding ground

For the big place far off

People say we are overpopulated

But we are on a small planet that was

Not meant for our presence

But we make do with her body

Until our time is up on this planet

And we are forced to seek life elsewhere