escape to mars

a strut on the ground
in a shade unnatural
banal yet strong

a proof of our will
to hold the stars
in the palm of our hand

oh hear, ye gods of old
oh fear, ye travelers afar
sapiens dominare omnis

blogging for hope

our human right

lucky coincidence of birth
uneven in distribution
fused to our geography
instead of our humanity

luck is in short supply
three billion short

my cobalt overrides
your water
my nickel rules
over your bread

I care not for your hunger
nor your sickness
your suffering leaves me cold

you call it luck
I call it destiny
that yoke is yours
that silver mine

my human right