Guests, Not Masters By Unknown Author

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Author’s Note: This poem was written by an unknown author but recently ended up in an International English Forum, which received high praise. With a green light, this has been reposted here with a heart-warming thanks to the person who wrote this, especially in times like these. The title was christened by the author to reflect on the content.

 

We fell asleep in one world and woke up in another.

Suddenly Disney is out of magic,

Paris is no longer romantic,

New York doesn’t stand up anymore,

The Chinese wall is no longer a fortress,

And Mecca is empty.

 

Hugs and kisses suddenly become weapons,

And not visiting parents and friends becomes an act of love.

 

Suddenly you realise that power, beauty and money are worthless,

And you cannot get oxygen you are fighting for.

 

The world continues ist life and it is beautiful.

It only puts humans in cages.

I think it is sending us a message:

 

You are not necessary.

The air, earth, water and sky without you are fine.

When you come back, remember that you are my guests.

Not my masters.

 

flefi spring