Poetry

The coal and blackened hands. 
Zero was the cardinal sin. 
After the lunar walk, 
you flinch back in horror. 
 
A gaint leap has ended 
in a coal tar pit. Are you 
sure we have landed 
at a right spot? 
 
Extraterrestrial. An immune 
disorder. Your autism 
was evolving into a 
monster of twisted brain. 
 
Outside your home 
dozens of bodies were found. 
What were you doing 
when genocide started.