O warrior bro of brooding blood-red eyes,
Men here think of a Martian heritage,
Bleeding my bosom with wars on the rage,
O cut war bravado down to thine size.
We look from far and our thoughts take a flight,
May be it's soil, not else, ye look nigh red,
No war monger art thou, it's our false dread,
Let's know thee better to set all this right.
Ye inspire us Olympian heights to reach,
Ye shall be first we visit, verify
That ye have more than waging wars to preach,
And Martian wars, oh what a wanton lie.
We hope to know if ye can life sustain,
Meanwhile I hope these hopes are not in vain.
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The poem is for children. Mt Olympus on Mars is a symbol of height, being many times taller than Earth's tallest peak, Mt Everest.
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Musings | 04.08.12 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stage! Sage, Heritage. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you, Edward Louis for reading and commenting on almost all the poems on planets.