Homecoming
Strangers to this world now,
Have come back from the stars.
Those who survived the apocalypse,
Beholding the world's scars.
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A lush forest lies before them,
A fire starts to burn.
The craft from above has landed here,
Has broken trees and ferns.
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The hatch it opens, one-hundred stare,
Two-hundred eyes there are.
Blinded by the light of sun,
So much more bright than stars.
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It's like a promised land, some think,
And they're standing on the shore.
But Eden still has many serpents,
And they may come to the fore.
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They're separated from the Ark,
Have no lines of supply.
Perhaps this is just a death sentence,
Another way to die.
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One steps forward, breathes the air,
Let's out a scream, "we're back!"
Ninety-eight, they all surge forward,
As if on the attack.
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"You can't go home again," it's said,
Words from a writer long ago.
The Ark has put this to the test,
Through the convicts down below.
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But for now it's home, they have returned,
To a planet, still called Earth.
The final grave of humankind,
Or a place for its rebirth?