We dream of flying cars that never come.
Instead, warring Mars become another mining
town, if we will remember, if we have Total Recall.
Again, and again on disparate planets
They desparates arrive with risk, cuz
who else would take such dangers for so little?
Only Miner ****** with no good options
Only eager John's digging for gold
but reaping meager Death profits.
We here, at Home
depend on them, out There.
We corporate Heads
harvest gold
Depend on Hearts
to bind risk and takers.
We here, in Comfort
numb to the toxic holes
left scattered with dead
Red Ghost towns.
The word that has been sanitized as ****** rhymes with ores, like fool's gold.
The Wh we place before it, like
A silent Who,
fondled as a Fool
But is a greater Gold