The lions on Mars, <br />Are bigger than ours. <br />Their skies are blue, <br />But ours are too. <br />Yes, inverted world it is you who wakes me. <br />It is you who make us walk languidly down halls, <br />Filled with doors not meant for opening. <br />You strum our guitars, <br />And you speak the words of homeless; <br />Begging money for a handjob on the corner of Third and Elm. <br />The science ones were right, Mother, did you hear? <br />It was the evolution of prayer that created me. <br />The hitchhikers of Venice were the first to notice. <br />No one likes a sunset anymore. <br />The stars by Mars, <br />Are brighter than ours. <br />Their skies are blue, <br />But ours are too. <br />A sick development of love, <br />Was created under the bridge yesterday. <br />Curses, <br />Invocations, <br />Loved by all who don't deal with it. <br />Our grandmothers remember bread at 5 cent loafs. <br />The corruption of minds, <br />Came only at times, <br />When the loss was disregarded; <br />Like the disposal of a $7 whore back onto the corner of Third and Elm. <br />The birds on Mars, <br />Fly higher than ours. <br />Their skies are blue, <br />But ours are too. <br />The streets were pure, <br />Dictionaries didn't allure, <br />The death of love was ever-so obscure. <br />We hate these words, <br />We hate this world. <br />Babylon is fading, sweet darling. <br />Are you ready, Rebellion? <br />Smoke in the air, <br />Helmets cover our hair; <br />Soon to be burnt from our heads by the discretion of one man with the press of a large red button. <br />His father couldn't and neither can he. <br />I hope the mindset of Mars, <br />Is greater than ours. <br />Their skies are blue, <br />...ours were too.<br /><br />M.J. Dura<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mars-doesn-t-have-the-monroe-doctrine/
