The red of the rust
The brown of what used to be trees
Remember when we all had air to breathe?
This dreadful planet
All dry and dead
No one listened, so we cry instead.
Hopeless and forlorn
Now is when they want to mourn?
It’s frustrating and worn
We’ve heard it all before
Our present is here
All broken and torn
We resort to the red planet
The dead planet, no more.
We brought it life
Until we guild it
Exploit it and use it
Then toss it and kill it
What of repercussions?
What of consequence?
We keep moving and moving
Yet no one repents.
And so here we stand
The newest generation in hand
Simply hollow and sad
For they could never understand
The gravity of all we had.
Filtered air tubes and domes
This is what we consist of
That is what makes this home.
Remember the old norms?
The blue of the sky
The green of the grass
Now all we have
Is burnt oranges
And toxic gas.
