Things Just Aint The Same Here Poem by Florence P. Wordsmith

things just aint the same here
nothin's like it used to be
been forty years since I was happy
since I've seen a bird or tree
time to go, the big man said
vehicle's leaving, get on board
we had no choice, we had to pay
for crimes that we could not afford

things just aint the same here
on the porch 'longside my wife
staring at those dusty plains
we stayed alive but lost our life
feels like there's nothin' left
humanity is slowly dyin'
what I'd give to to feel the feeling
of falling down instead of flyin'

things just aint the same here
gazin' up at blurry stars
I would have preferred hell on earth
to any heaven here on mars