“Sons of Mars”
By Caleb John Clark
I dropped my son off at school,
Like a drop of clear water in a pool.
Of bully’s angry spit,
Of parent’s little shit.
Perhaps to have a kid on Mars you’ll need more then a beard,
You’ll need to be cleared,
To have a son,
To keep you from doing to him, what his dad done.
You’ll need to pass a test of caring,
So angry boys won’t self-destruct.
Like a Monster truck.
And dark eyed girls won’t implode,
In shoes high-heeled towed.
Because youth gets the earth to themselves,
When their parents lie dead on shelves.
And young pairs,
Will spawn unawares.
Making another wrong,
For a rapper’s song.
Off planet it could happen less,
And there’d be not as much mess.
And we can focus more on turning red dust green,
A second home, with less mean.