Home Planet, or Earth 2.0

The world is now in flame and flood

A lost fight with the smoke and spume 

Of Nature’s retribution

The conquistadores of climate

Seek pastures new.

They have carried pestilence in silver birds

Seen locust plagues across graves of tilled dust

That nearly fed us once 

And nearly fed us all

While Nature nearly shared our Trust.

Trust is broken swiftly and harder to repair

The sea’s great waves, the wind’s great airs

Batter and braze and drown and roast

From shining sea to burnished coast.

Though patience was afforded 

To Eve’s mistaken bite

That Adam then applauded

Seizing Earth’s great fortunes

And seized them as of right.

The core is rotting

The worm has turned

The pips no longer grow

In soil that’s only fit for dust

You reap what you shall sow.

So off we go to planets new

Conquistadores reborn

To raise and raze and rip and rape

To live another morn.

We build an Ark

For faithless men and faithless Trust

We soar and sore to planets new 

To claim them as our own

To mirror what has gone before

And make them just like Home.