A poem by: Ben Dunk. 1978




A hundred year’s on


sees the world still craving for peace,


whilst people live in the cold underground,


the planets are colonized.


No engines roar as the stealthy ships zoom into the dark sky;


bearing passengers of flight to pastures new:


where the ground is warm


and the air is few.


To Mars,


amongst the stars:


the chosen place of contentment.