UNKNOWN PLANET
Where are the days of laughter and mirth,What's happened to the fields of green.
The red poppy field's I used to see,
World seems bigger than it seems.
With what to be is left a desolate world,
No ocean's left no river streams. With
swirling cloud's only Field's of screams,
The girth of our own stupidity outweight
Our lust for war. outweight sensibility by far,
I wonder will there be anything left of man.
When they travel to the red planet my home,
The one they know as Mars.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-11-08 at 10:28
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