The Edge of Tomorrow

They say STEM is the key to the future.

Not art

But as they fly by the seat of their pants

To far off stars,

To meet creatures from other worlds

They will have nothing

Nothing

Nothing to give.

We are on the edge of tomorrow

And we need

More than anything

To make art 

To give to the future.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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