Martians Come In Waves
They're homely and balding and pale as well
And look so like Earthlings you can't really tell.
Their numbers are meager so they share many traits
Because of the limited selection of mates.
They left their home planet back in pre-history
Back when we had rockets that could reach there, you see.
But wars took us backwards in our technical skills
And Mars was forgotten as we dealt with our ills.
Now, rumors abound that the Martians still thrive
In underground cities of one million alive.
It seems that we now have a way to get there,
So secret it sounds like a lot of hot air.
A guy named Basiago is spreading the news;
Believe it or not, you can do as you choose.
He says that the program's existed for years,
Details of which fall on mostly deaf ears.
Myself, I believe him, and soon so might you;
His facts are convincing, and intricate, too.
He's bringing this out for the sake of the Truth;
So far his believers are mostly our Youth.
We relics of obsolete mindsets are blind,
Unable to see that we're falling behind
Of insights that spring from a new paradigm
That children will gladly absorb in quick-time.
The day will be dawning when Martians and we
Will once again interact regularly.
A way to go back and forth freely exists;
The cloak of our national safety persists.
We need a strong leader to rally our Youth
And get them behind him to let out the Truth.
I've given his last name here in this poem;
Go look Andrew up there on YouTube at home.
Copyright © Roderick Molasar | Year Posted 2015
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