Earth Burns
We are the first colonists from the Earth.
We live in a few Quonset huts on Mars.
Here, our colony lives in peace and mirth.
In the nighttime sky, there are a plethora of stars.
Our home planet is a tiny blue speck in the sky.
It reminds us of the distance we had to roam.
The great void is something nobody can deny.
There are a hundred million kilometers from home.
There is ominous news over the wireless this hour.
The nations of the earth are embroiled in war.
This announcement turned everything from sweet to sour.
At least ten million are dead and maybe more.
Our blue planet appears to be mottled with red.
This has given rise to much speculation.
Exactly how many of our compatriots are dead?
Will the earth survive after this conflagration?
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