Castaways, Alone in the Sky

I’ve grown tired of this place

Bored of this face

The never changing scenery

Noises from machinery

Dirty walls, filthy halls

Regulations and protocols

Seen the one and you’ve seen them all

Sketchy meals, watered drinks

No one cares, no one thinks

I want to get off, take my bags and just go

Take the big leap, see what’s left down below

 

But you can’t go, so they say

Earth is polluted and grey

Animals forgotten, oceans are toxic

Air hard to breathe, skies always noxious

Icecaps long gone, melted away

Cities went lost; land turned to clay

The sun stayed relentless

And time went against us

Dangerously warm, then terrible storms

Water was scarce, soon everything died

But lucky for you; you got certified

 

Now you live in outer space

And you’re not alone, we hate this place

The air is stale, no breezes blow

We barely live on what we grow

Trapped in space, a dying race

Circling our former home

But now a lifeless sphere of stone

Those burning fires, those deadly emissions

We marched and lobbied but they wouldn’t listen

Money and science, how the two did collide

The deals that were made, diversions and lies

 

Eventual truth and then came the guilt

Money was taken, this station was built

To save the young and the useful

Through a process quite brutal

Just the healthy and strong

The weak and the old, well they didn’t belong

Money meant little, only scores on the test

Limited was space, so they chose from the best

The certified people gathered, said their goodbyes

Took a rocket to space, left the others to die

Now castaways, alone in the sky

 

Additional Reading

R.J. Schwartz is an American Poet and the author of Castaways, Alone in the Sky. It’s a dystopian immersion into life on a space station, long after Earth has been consumed by global warming.

His complete works on The Creative Exiles Website can be found here

The Gypsy Thread is a huge collection of his original work

Ralph also writes on HubPages

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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