For Now, Bye-bye Mother Earth
A visit to Mars will do just good
A feather and scroll come first in my backpack.
Fed up with all the inanity in this globe? Am taking a leave. A visit to mars will do just good. Better I get packing.
Am taking my poetry with me.
Not to leave a trace, am put all my scraps to blaze. Not only to cage my copyright but by privacy too.
Just looking for some “me-time”. I mean, keeping my distance won’t break any bone. You just can’t name the price of my peace.
Why keep hoaxing with clowns on earth yet a place awaits me on Mars?
Would you mind making some alien buddies?
Wouldn’t mind having crowns dying to call me baby even for once.
For now, bye-bye Mother Earth.
About the Creator
Fred Musoke
I want to give my writing a fragrance. I mean, that redolence which won’t only outlast my generation, but will also nudge the souls on Mars.
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