A Song for the King of Mars GWEN E. LEMNA
Prelude: This song is a fictional narrative written in a futuristic society where people have moved to planets when Earth ran out of space and space travel was as easy and common as a train ride. People’s class level and jobs are dictated by the planet they reside on. If it helps, think of the districts in the hunger games (but this is not what gave me the idea). The only planet that did not work, contained the top 1% of people in society. This planet was Mars.
I’ve heard tales Of men on one planet, Who flew and sailed To a shore and began it. There was a time Where travel gave fruit, And life had rhyme; Where lands would dispute They had everything but time. Their lives were full And busy and new, Their lives were exempt From this planet of blue. This planet Neptune Is for the lower class. We’re called the Fishing Tool; No time to raise a glass Or for teachers and school. No time to rank class With money that pools. I have no motivation. No education. No future. No past. I have today, Just like yesterday, Just like tomorrow, Just like every day.
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