Pioneer
The Pioneer spacecraft, launched in nineteen seventy-two
now roams deep space with batteries flat, and nothing else to do.
There may be chance that it gets found by aliens, I guess,
so on it's hull NASA has stamped a full return address.
Along with this inscription are two figures on the plaque
of what E.T will find should he bring our old spaceship back.
A man stands by a woman, with one hand raised in the air
(which should cover his naughty bits since both of them are bare)
On first glance to an alien, the differences are slight
so why on earth do we find more differences just to fight?
You're from a different country, different colour, different creed,
if like that plaque we all stripped back there wouldn't be the need
since as a species, human beings, we are the only one
so come on Earth people, group hug, and let's just all get on.
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