For all these stars,<br />nothing is new.<br />They’ve seen all kinds of wars<br />and miracles, too.<br /><br />They know the messengers with their holy books<br />will smile and wash their hands in blood.<br />They know the politicians with their good looks<br />will make the poor eat pies of mud.<br /><br />They’ve seen the Earth freeze <br />and then burn with greed.<br />They’ve seen the trees<br />and the seas emptied.<br /><br />Yet, you won’t hear their sneers<br />when a man arrives<br />and, having experienced a number of years,<br />proclaims: 'I have lived!'<br /><br />Because nothing is new under these stars:<br />the lies, the love, the memories and scars, <br />the ruin, the revolution, the fakes and true,<br />the families, the friends, none of it is new.<br />All of it—even the me and you.