Perseverance leaves its virgin tracks on the barren ground
but no signs of green grass or pools of water can be found.
This is not how the Martian scenery had once been
and makes us wonder what had created this barren scene.
Is this a prophecy of what the Earth is heading for
as by selfish profit seeking we keep consuming more?
Heed this parable from Mars that appears so desolate.
Let's mend our ways and save our world before it is too late.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem