Poem - One way ticket to Mars

One way ticket to Mars

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Look at that guy on the TV

Yeah, that guy

Over there in his hat

A Dunning-Kruger effect specimen, if ever there was one

So sure of himself, so sure of his rightness

No doubt in his head that all his demons are real

What a fool

Look at these people over here

Turkey's voting for Christmas

The finest example of hubris

No greater a troupe of dopes, if ever there was

Proud of themselves, and their stupidity

No doubt in their heads that they are the good guys

What clowns

Look at that circus over there

People calling themselves religious

A cluster of nitwits

We were warned of people like that, if ever we were

of those happy to turn away the poor and the hungry

No doubt in their minds that God's on their side

What hypocrites

Check out the news, the fascists now bolder,

right out in the open, pushing everyone down

With Banners held high

They'd put children in camps, if given half a chance

Be sure, a place holder for a more final solution

No doubt in their minds that their cause is just

What monsters

How?

It's not my opinion against yours,

It's not agree to disagree

It’s hardly a grey area

There is still a right and a wrong

There is still a truth

There is still a morality here somewhere

We still debate

Good versus evil,

Has it really, now come to this?

Everyone worked up,

Everyone shouting

Everyone tired

The never-ending cycle of outrage

How much is real?

How much should we care?

These things that happen,

happen in far off lands

These things that happen,

Affect me how?

Surely, they can’t expect us

to worry over everyone’s problems?

But

I could scream

I could spit

I could write a poem and title it ‘AHH!’

Title it – ‘GAH!’

Print it out on A4 and read it aloud

And tell people,

In my lifetime,

the berlin wall came down

goodbye cold war

goodbye apartheid

goodbye dictators of various plumage

we cheered on the “good guys”

Humanity On Track

a bright future ahead

we dared to envision a world where

poverty and hunger were a thing of the past

Now look at us

OK, so look at this planet

Yeah, the one we stand on right now

Wandering the heavens covered in fleas

A place to store fools, if ever there was

If the rich want to get into rockets

And shoot themselves to Mars, I say we let them

The world has gone crazy except me and thee

And to be honest sometimes I have my doubts about thee