Have you heard of the tech dream
to save humanity, colonising Mars,
extending life to far off red planet?
The irony! Here the evil in man,
breaking loose, long engrossed
in calamitous enterprises,
portends the end of civilisation.
The milk of human kindness
drying up shrinks to a trickle.
Now, the weird mission to propel
its flow through endless space!
Why lose track on another highway
in galactic rendezvous? Instead,
look inside, sharpen the inner vision,
restore the missing link of love,
charity, compassion binding us all
as humans, not cyborgs in the earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what about just sending microbes out to colonise space in the hope the next humans that evolve won't be so nasty? Still, Evolution might be the cause of nastiness.