Sos-Saving Our Son
I tried to warn them, but nobody listened to me.
My observations have just about confirmed my theory.
This planet is headed for a terrible catastrophe.
We could have acted sooner if more people believed.
A mass evacuation plan could have been conceived.
The council did nothing, and now it is too late.
This planet’s total destruction is its inevitable fate.
My wife and I will not be able to survive.
However, my son can be sent somewhere to stay alive.
I can place him in this projectile to be launched to safety.
He will arrive on another planet on the other side of the galaxy.
He will live among that planet’s primitive race.
I just hope he survives his arduous journey through space.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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