Earth

I’m waiting for an astronaut to save this place.
Like a detective from outer space.
An astronaut is faceless.
And strangely, graceless.
As he bounds over.
I ask what his laser is for.
Or why he’s shoving me through that door.
I ask if I could get a phone call.
He acts scared and almost falls.
It’s not how I expected.
He is someone I once respected.
I wish someone on planet earth would accept our pleas.
But red is all they seem to see.

earthrhyme

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