Their First Story on Mars

Their First Story on Mars

A Poem by Satoshi IroTzu

My grandpa was born and raised on a farm.
Their luxury was a focus of envy of
kings and queens that bathed in coin. Our air,
   food and water were pure. 
And them were Chained 
to their curse of wealth,
combust in their burning jealousy and murderous greed.
Betrayed.
 By their  conscious that failed to immerse
 to save them from a free fall down their depth
 of bottomless spirit-devouring well.

In grandpa`s day  the Nature was a changing picture 
of perfect shades for every  season. The chirping birds, 
Gods chosen choir, 
sang of bliss of profound fidelity to Spirits; core of the true power forever to inspire.


Then it had arrived ...


The Last summer of Divine Joy.
Kings and Queens` laughter shook and dispersed the Harmony.
An Elven convoy headed to their Sanctuary lands.
And a golden impenetrable lock befell on Heaven' s gates .


Our disrespect broke the Divine Promise to the Mankind.
 Worthy souls to enter only
 since
that day our; Essence was shutting down along a blossom of a flowering quince.
It was the beginning of the end,
 my extra-terrestrial friend,
a Time of wither and die
 because the essence and beauty of life had left
the iris of our eye.

And here we stay.
A different planet but still under stars.
It is lovely here on Mars.
 But it isn't my  beloved Earth...


© 2017 Satoshi IroTzu



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Satoshi IroTzu
Satoshi IroTzu

Split, Splitsko-Dalmatinska Zupanija, Croatia



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