by Gary W. Anderson |
Far across the galaxy There's a planet that shimmers blue. It is a home I had to flee As monstrous weapons slew. They were weapons of mass destruction That none could any longer control, Caused by an evil seduction— A seduction to steal the soul. In a panic I shot for space, Not knowing what I might find, Only hoping the memory to erase And to replace it with one more kind. But the memories did not leave, And the nightmares only became worse. And I still don't know what we did to receive Such a devastating curse. But one question keeps entering my mind As I look out across space: Are there any left of my kind, Or am I the last of my race? I know that I must now depart To return to my place of birth, And I pray with all my heart I'll find something left of Earth.
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