Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of Paramount/Viacom. This poem is the property of Karen Fleming and is copyright (c) 1977 by Karen Fleming. Originally published in Furaha #5.
Natira, you Child of Darkness, Child of Faith, what
sort of wisdom set your people on their course
shackled to ignorance -- to Blind Faith enforced by
pain and death? Such a price to pay for knowledge!
Yet your faith is not so unusual in its harshness,
in its inflexibility. Blind Faith is the death of
Reason, the crutch of the lazy, the tool of many
"Leaders of Men." Thus is it with all True Religions.
By the Gods, there are so many True Religions!
And you, Natira, High Priestess of the People, Child
of Faith, you stand like stone. Your soft face as
immobile as the Sacred slab behind you. Where is
the smile you gave him -- that wanderer who found
you, who unleashed the glittering laughter in your
eyes? But that is the legacy they left you; you,
the High Priestess of the People, Child of Darkness,
bound by taboos beyond breaking.
He could never live within the boundaries they set
you ... the endless string of don't don't don't...
Never again to be allowed to use his mind freely...
So the currents of life bore him away.
And what will you do, Natira, on that fateful day
when your "world" reaches its destination?
Will you smile again, Natira?
Will you laugh and roll like a puppy in the grass?
Will you open your mind and heart to the
infinite possibilities of your new home?
will you shrink inside the globe you called home
for all your life with the others too old or
too set in their ways to change?
What, Natira, will you do?