The world is a dome,
This reality of my home,
On an alien world,

We evolved on Terra,
From a different era,
Forced to be furled,

Where is my naked sun?
The shine is clothed in glass,
I want the ultraviolet to pass,

We colonize,
We despise,
This alien planet,

We invade,
Look what we made,
And lost to run it,

Where is my naked sun?
Must it be what we are to lose,
This is what we had to choose,

We left one world to made another just like the one we left,
We are commiting ecological theft,
Yet we can't get everything right,
A question we must ask as sailing through a screened light,

Have we become the alien?
Are we a galactic chameleon?

Where is my naked sun?
To keep my humanity,
Burn me back to sanity,
Before I am undone.

© Copyright of Shannon Frances Smith 2020