by Michael S Wilson
You praise the glories of those green hills,
Oaks and daisies swaying in the breezes;
Farmhouses and homesteads and stone mills,
Rivers and lakes and ponds with fish leaping.
You are entitled to your opinions, although they seem wrong,
For I choose to enjoy more wide-open pristine vistas;
Asteroids and new worlds, entire star systems strewn
Resources vast and limitless, waiting for the restless...
You can take your shrunken terrarium called Earth,
Now so spoiled, barely any clean streams escaped;
I will be out there harvesting riches, increasing net worth,
Choosing which ten-mile asteroid to make my new estate.
Hope you enjoy breathing what will pass for atmosphere,
As you fight off hordes of diseases and afflictions;
My companions and I will be making air to breathe clear,
Utilizing on-site mineral reprocessing operations.
Time's passage will show which one of us was correct,
Meanwhile I have a planet to terraform and so must leave;
Take care you don't submerge in sludge pools collected,
Or breathe any poison gasses, nor any lost future grieve.
Last updated May 28, 2011