Mars

O warrior Mars of brooding blood-red eyes, Earth is seized of thy Martian heritage, Bleeding bosoms and endless wars on rage, Cut war bravado to what suits thy size. We guess from far, our fancy taking flight, Maybe, it's thy soil that looks a bit red That portrays thee a war monger to dread, One day the light of truth might set this right. Ye inspire us Olympian heights to reach, The day we come, embrace thee, breast the truth, We’ll know, thou hast better than wars to preach, Martian warriors—a decadent old tooth! We hope, ye can some form of life sustain, That, the two neighbours are friends not in vain. __________________________________________ Sonnet | 04.08.2012, recast July 2023|