Classic Poem

Immortality is what we aspire for
through off-springs
or writing books
through fame
or good work
through worship
or science.

Should we scatter the seeds
into the far reaches of the universe
and put the eggs in other baskets too?

Should we stop the war
in our minds
and build bridges across the continents,
should we care for our only home,
the Earth?

Do we need aliens to unite us
or widows to know war
or AIDS to understand,
how many die in vain?

Life comes so cheap
we let many die
Yet immortality is what we aspire.