Venus
Shall I reveal from under my cloak
What we shall become as we take
This wild ride to our
destruction?
Contrary Venus meekly sits in
wait
As this Earth so smug and proud
Is in pursuit of twin-ship with
Mars
Stupid man so wise counts cash
His beloved paramour swirls her
skirt
With cruel unconcern and they care
not
To look through the future’s lens
Whilst hoarding useless trinkets
And goods to sell whilst building
Unwittingly a prison ship to nowhere
