Universal Plight
Composed for the Day Ten Prompt of the 'Halls of Pandemonium' challenge hosted by Bradley Ramsey
They pilfer forests, yet Sent us sounds of birds and whales... They crave weapons over well-being, Power over the sustenance of their species, Loneliness, over camaraderie, Busy chasing fake lives through screens. They think we haven't reached them yet, Or the first thread of contact was theirs So caught up in killing and gaining material wealth Our signals haven't been detected by them... We have seen their so-called 'progress' since the Voyager left... For every two steps forward There is an abysmal leap into darkness that deepens, when treasures bestowed are ignored, in deference to mindless evil... Wastage that reeks of apathy in extreme, There is no saving growth, based on hatred and killing dreams. *** Shiddat was an archivist living at the northern-most habitable region of OgleSweep. One of the many stellar remnants of the Milky Way. Done with the day...about to start his walk, stargazing at the sky...He noticed something shine within the latest finds, from a satellite that had collapsed near his work site. Rejected as outdated information The disks were in the discard pile. There seemed to be something embedded within the outer sheen that drew his attention and he brought them in for a more detailed inspection. The raster scans of the gold disks revealed scenes, audio and photos of landscapes, streams and creatures, diverse cultures, mannerisms and habits, living in unity seemingly for peace focused on nature and its beauty... visibly different, but existing simultaneously. They were not too mismatched from the civilisations at OgleSweep. It wasn't strange to find traces from other planets of the galaxy. But Shiddat couldn't stop thinking how someone many decades back had the urge to compile their vast existence into limited files. Another day, another find that left him contemplating the future and reason for the existence of it all... The universe was sublime, in all its glory and secrets enticing its inhabitants to imagine and crave the life beyond their reach exploring its patterns and understanding time. It wasn't just curiosity or feeling lonely on their planet, exploding with species of all kinds. A common belief amongst beings alive... The need for community and coexistence was the driving force for such flights taking light-years to reach, only to be mindlessly rejected for not carrying answers worth their while.
Shiddat - Urdu word which means passion, intensity, severity
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This is fantastic, I love how you wrote this one.
very beautifully written 👏