Mars
The red god of war grins
at the dawn.
Pockmarked and scored with
craters of many battles,
His icy heart hidden by a
rocky, sunken chest
Malacandra, Barsoom: it
has gone by many names.
A home to warlike
creatures and mankind's last hope
Of finding a new frontier
to colonize and conquer;
Because the human race was
born to reign
A lasting monument to
frenzied violence and bloodshed,
The planet rusts, like a
forgotten sword.
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