The Time's At Hand
Up high in the Moon and the Mars
You'll see hovercrafts and flying cars,
Domed cities and bustling settlement
Palatial homes and rooms for rent.
Down deep into the oceans
Without the sun and the rains,
Before long you will see
People enjoying their evening tea.
A way of life eminently new,
People on land you will find few,
With marauders running amok
The earth will just be a place of work.
As the threat of overall pollution sets in
We’ll carry masks around to breathe in,
We will live only on syrups and pills
for our diet supplements and all the ills.
Only the fittest of us will survive,
A struggle it will be to be just alive,
Turned into a concentration camps
The earth will be a place only for tramps!
~Subject MARS contest by Joe Maverick
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