THE LONELY VOYAGER
Man! Oh Man.
How cruel thou art
I was invented to satisfy
Your cruel ambition
And made to plunge a one way trip
Through the clouds above the highest height
Where no man has ever trodden
High up to the Stars I plodded.
Oh! What fantasies I behold
I emitted down to Mother Earth
Knowing forever I will not behold
Her Beauty anymore.
On Mars bare surface I rested
And Oh! What contrast you are
To Mother Earth with her
Luster green and moisture
With her Rivers, Seas and Oceans
A supporting comfort
And her peculiar creature; Man
A constant reminder of my past.
A lonely Sojourner here on Mars
Wailing to my cruel inventor; Man.
Trudging mars barren surface till my
Strength failed and wailing no longer heard
Weak and weary I submitted
To whatsoever betide my future
To behold in this barren Estate
Of gloom and woe.
For years I have waited
Hoping but knowing
There will no be companion
For there is none beside me.
left to fate, I survey
Back and forth my lonely
Estate of drear and forlornness
Wishing my weary strength back.
They came, grim but weightless.
Motionless but moving
They encroached over me.
Red dust of Mars made my grave