ON MARS (AND EARTH)

My home is an island,

My family, the trees

like monkeys we climbed

shooting the breeze

Traversing the fields,

so yellow like gold,

Walking on and on

until the days grew old

In rivers we swam

on oceans we sailed

hiking up mountains

until the sky met land

Singing in the rain

dancing in the snow

we pranced through the forests

without a care in the world

From a child to man

they conquered the land

Until everyone else

could see the end

Not a question of love

but a lesson in greed

That which we seek

and that which we preach

Our home is an island

in the infinite sea

Where stars are but bastions

of gold like the coral reefs,

Swimming through light

sleeping through years

We find ourselves doomed

at the root of all fears

An endless oblivion

The beginning of the end

Particles of dust

The true home, we must defend

A final frontier

shot through the foot

with no one to blame

but those who said they would

And so, to the sky woman on turtle island

who played with the mud, sky, and the trees,

To the animals we ate, and were present at each feast,

To the sun that shined on our sons,

and all that we hold dear

let them know that you did not speak in fear

this is our home, fallen like Rome

A death by suicide.