Evacuation earth,
as you may have heard
we took too much from her.
Now alas
she is crumbling beneath our feet.
The magma chambers filling with heat,
she will blow in weeks.
Please forgive our blunders,
but as always
we have long planned our escapes.
A planet somewhere
across the galactic seas,
filled with minerals
that we can plunder.
Resources we can dig up.
Yeah, we may pollute the air,
but to be fair,
we really don't care.
The countdown is starting soon,
then we will ascend
take a flight beyond the moon.
The sights will be grand,
as we wave farewell
to this planetary island.
We can start again,
dig deep men,
we have all the tools you need.
Elon sent them,
to get things underway.
We will need luxuries
wherever we stay.
Oh, this is all news to you?
Well, we can only take a select few.
We have only room for one percent
and a few slaves to put their backs into
the work we refuse to do.
You will have to make do
with a flaming hole for home,
until it explodes,
and the dust corrodes your bones.
Because you, are not we.
We rule, you take a plea.
We stand tall,
you bow to your knees.
We worship at the altar of greed,
and you, we don't need.
Oh, boo hoo, poor you.
Imagine what it will be like for us.
We will only have enough supplies
for a feast every other night.
You can't breathe?
The sulphur choking lungs?
We can supply masks,
for a price.
Oh, you’re struggling to survive?
Well, we said it before,
maybe you didn't hear,
but we will be alright
so, we don't really care.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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