Poison
You are flooded with poison
Some claim so is your namesake
The goddess of love

It is ironic, don’t you think?
That a planet we can never walk on
Without suits and equipment and protection
Is named after love
Venus, you don’t love us humans, do you?

And as the poison fills your air
I wonder, oh Venus, if you even know it hurts us
Maybe you just tried to create an environment that humans could live in
After all, we are not all that pretty ourselves