From
space, the silence, the light, the blue, land mass
rusty
hue. Earth seems such a peaceful, serene place.
From
the deep and dark vacuum of space, no sight or
sound
of war and storm, no sign of stress and pain.
Then
the pop-pop clamour of gunshots sound out. And
you
awaken in a cold sweat to the horrific news.
Good
Lord, when will the mankind slaughter ever end?
This
isn’t space, my friend, you are home on Earth again.
Chris
Hanch 8-4-19
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