The Mortal Gaurdian Poem by Bernard Franklin

Although the moon is pock-marked
and looks like it’s got measles on its face.
On a starlit night it’s lovely
so full of mystery guile and grace.

The reason that it’s so cratered
is that it’s struck time and time again.
By asteroids and by meteors
that fall like shows of galactic rain.

The same fate would befall this planet,
if it wasn’t for our guardian shield.
The atmosphere around our earth
ensures we are safe and fully sealed.

Mars is our nearest neighbour
but it’s all withered burnt and red.
If it wasn’t for our atmosphere
we to would all be fried and dead.

On every other planet
the radiation is immense.
But our shield absorbs these fatal rays
she’s a trusty friend in every sense.

There’s nothing that can harm our shield,
that can come from outer space.
The only thing that can destroy it
is the foolish human race.

We’ve made two holes up in the ozone
one over both the freezing poles.
But we’re not learning any lessons,
we’re just making bigger holes.

We must stop the damage we are doing,
and start to protect this precious friend.
Because from radiation heat and comets
without our shield we can’t defend! .