Welcome to Mars
Dry and Mountainous
Like the Himalayas-
Only hotter-
Roasting like Nagasaki did
On that August day. It is
Red.
Violent, Communist Red.
A Gulag, an Eternal Gulag.
It has Rivers
Of only plasma and platlets.
Getting to this Planet is free-
Just ask me.
For it is me
It is my own Sorrowful Heart.
(12 June 2008)
(Hurst, Texas)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a simple awesome will do