The Nation of the Glorious Turnip

REBIRTH IN SPACE

Our manoeuvres in space
It is the thrill of the race
Heading to distant stars
As we speed past Mars

A small planet in hindsight
Earth was the ancient delight
Where we all came from
And what has it become?

It was everyone versus them
We win, and yet condemn
Our planet to eternal hell
With our nuclear spell.

Asteroids everywhere
Men frozen in despair
Sleeping inside the cargo bay
They are sent far far away

Many ships started in the race
As most vanish without a trace
Few will complete their mission:
The rebirth of the human condition.

Speeding across the universe
The vast distance they traverse
Brings mankind closer to its new home
Where once again humans shall roam


In smog filled cities with dark grey skies.