The Cradle Broken
Above me realm of empty space,
Darkness punctured by starlight.
Below me orb of greens and browns,
Of blue seas and clouds white.
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An orb that's slowly, surely dying,
While we reach out to the black.
Leaving cradle world behind,
And never looking back.
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Colonies on Luna, Mars,
Where people live and love, give birth.
Far removed from source of life,
Give no thanks to Mother Earth.
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Ice caps melt, the deserts spread,
Insane has gone the weather.
Some people offer platitudes,
That one day, things will better.
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Know we're alone in universe,
That there's no life beyond Sol.
But as we boldly chase the stars,
On Earth, it takes its toll.
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Perhaps these words of hypocrite,
In suit breathe recycled air.
I guess the stars, they offer hope,
While Earth gives only despair.
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Can't stay in cradle forever,
Those words long ago were spoke.
But here, above a dying world,
Know cradle's long been broke.