Red Planet
A barren world, a dusty world,
A world of blood red sand.
Fourth from fading light of Sol,
Standing at Earth's command.
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Dead had as much place as the living,
As per EDF's design.
Extracting harsh retribution,
Against those who did not mine.
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Yet some stood firm with fist and hammer,
Yet offered open hands.
Those who saw what could be,
Created from wasteland.
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On and on they waged their war,
On to fight and die.
To free Mars from its darkest depths,
To its dusty sky.
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Eighty million miles between there and home,
Yet perhaps for the best.
For Mars was their adopted home,
To which they'd all attest.