Charles Rocco Word Space
We dance in circles, hands palmate,
like marionettes with heads nutate.
Opinions we’re loathe to update;
spewed out in public tongues vulgate.
Our world view we pixelate.
Those different we invalidate.
Those like us we accommodate;
reluctant to desegregate.
Resistant to acculturate
and biases deconcentrate.
False gods we don’t deconsecrate.
Our Mother Earth we fast ablate.
Wreck anything that’s half sensate.
Through telescopes we now spectate
and seek spheres where we can instate.
Our plan to build spacecraft peltate
and from our globe flee festinate;
in lengthy convoys we’ll tailgate
to find new orbs to mutilate.