by: C.E. Churchill
2,106 miles of burning sun
776 days of hell.
It seems appropriate, at first,
That they named the planet
After the god of war,
But truth is,
All of us know that to
Step onto its blistering surface
would not be a battle
But a massacre,
Engineered by our own greedy hands.
95.32% CO2 atmosphere,
0.376 gs of gravity.
The Red Planet mocks us,
A herald for broken dreams,
Lost hopes.
It calls out to us, full of malice, its words as cruel and
Blackened
As it has made out hearts.
“Come and you die,” its says,
“I am not a rest stop for
You. I am not salvation.”
370 miles of volcanoes,
But with days only 40 minutes longer than our own,
Mars hovers beyond the blue sky,
Too far to see, too far to reach,
Too far to claim.
Second smallest planet in the solar system,
Fourth planet from the sun.
The Red Planet,
It mocks us.
It will never be our home.