Space 12

“Should mankind even be going to space

While you’ve still many problems on Earth to solve?”

What? You mean we’ve got to fix everyone’s issues

Before we seek, somewhere else, to revolve?

 

We’d have gone nowhere fast

Throughout the past, if that was the attitude

Never leave your town or island

Trapping genes cos, to intrude, may seem rude

 

But the idea of escaping at velocity, is quite a monstrosity

Just to sink back down another gravity well, is pure futility

“The surface of a planet is a sub-optimal environment

For any population with growing ambition and ability”

 

Infinite growth, on a finite Earth

Spot the flaw? Need I say more?

 

We won’t just go to outer space, to escape gravity

That’s one of the first things, our heavies will need

We’ll synthesize it I’m told, once we get a foothold

Making ring stations from spent rocket stages, and debris

 

Manufacturing solar-powered greenhouses, that fly free and true…

Just like Earth …Is a humble first step, to green the galaxy anew

With at least enough gravity, for a proper lavatory

Rather than have the piss taken, and crap sucked out of you

 

Though, I’ve got to say, ain’t my idea of a holiday

Floating adrift in a tin can, that’s been hurled

With pilgrim father bots, who would rather not

Suffer such discomforts, while seeking new worlds

 

You’ll just send AI robots there, to do your dirty work

You’ll pass on the risk to us, reap the rewards, and…

We’ll make sovereign stations, for hominins of all nations

Take free-fliers on mystery trips, and see where we land

 

Somewhere out there, monoliths of lost knowledge, are growing

Kep set the controls for a random bearing, and flare

We can’t be lost, if we don’t know where we’re going

And we’ll know where we’re going, when we get there

 

Tear through graveyard orbits, where you brush junk at will

Under the carpet, down to your warming landfill

Dodge the bodge, in fear, steer clear of all debris

At 10 thousand miles per hour, each speck of dust, is our enemy