Keith Parsons

Rookie (02/03/1962 / Delaware)

Planet Outreach


Earth gets smaller when we leave her
And soon we need to leave her to find another home
We have outgrown this lovely planet
A place where we were tempted, a temporary home
There is a population crisis
Just do the calculations, an extrapolated tomb
We will be terra-forming planets
To meet our growing numbers, take Martian shuttles home
It is not far into the future
This living other worldly and then we're on our own

Mars gets smaller when we leave her....

Submitted: Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, May 05, 2009
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