The red planet Bluest veins of all of us Bleeding the same Screaming the same Our passions untamed Unleashed retribution The heart becomes stone Of grey, of black, of man alone So many calls, signals and marches So many this for that Tit for tat Spit for spat Spitting out blood The bodies, the pieces, the flood We always think we are doing right We always think our side is righteous But no one wins When Mars arrives With his all purpose scythe Cutting down everything That makes us the best of what we are Damn Mars Damn war Damn inhumanity Will we ever do better? Are we even capable? The passions stir in my own breast None of us immune to propaganda Though all of our intentions are best How easy it becomes to shrug one’s shoulders At the death of a child Can we not? Can we just not? In the 21st century We don’t need an alternate dimension hell It lives in the palm of our hands Our 24 hour news cycle The bluntness of a lifeless, dust-covered body The last sound one of hatred and brutality Damn you Mars We never asked for your rampage Go find another planet to invade Find another species to infect With your bloodlust and celebration of death Leave us to our children Their smiles Our futures Our lives And our beloved sunshine
