It is a period of civil war. Rebel
spaceships, striking from a hidden
base, have won their first victory
against the evil Human Empire
Humanity stands in a helpless shiver,
As it confronts a being it cannot figure,
Unless through a microscopic aid,
Revealing crowns of different shades.
It threatens the man made world,
Not the world that he inherited,
Mother Earth heaves a sigh of relief,
As the Human virus battles her tiny beast.
The chimera that he created,
Over centuries, through time and toil,
The expressions on his face, hiding his soul,
All getting masked as a result of his own foil.
The places he goes to revel,
To learn, play and work,
To earn what he printed,
Notes, coins, bits, tastefully minted.
He drills, into and up,
Holes that would further his desire,
To earn more of what he created,
At the expense of all that he inherited
Drills, all over, as far as the eyes can see,
Sticking out of the Terra Firma,
And sometimes from the fools’ own mouth as well,
Drilling holes in his lungs through desires that cannot be quelled.
The blue and green ball huffs and puffs,
Around the Sun, but getting engulfed,
By the rapacious virus, which has infected her for centuries,
Her immunity collapsing, her morale suffering.
Drake, the master of the world of the two Suns,
Of half a dozen moons and untouched beauty,
Creator of the blue and green sphere,
Hears the squeals, the cries, and the tears.
He summons the best of the best,
Scientists, Researchers, are put to the test,
To come up with a Human Vaccine,
To help him see the mirage he’s been living in.
The avaricious human tongue is used,
To feed the vaccine into the system,
Then it travels to the guts, to the throats,
And then to millions of lungs, the Virus chokes.
Through touch and means the Virus created,
The vaccine travels to near and far places,
And it hit it where it hurts the most,
Forcing the virus to think what is really lost.
The markets, schools, pubs and squares,
All wear a ghostly look as the Virus stares
Ensconced in its comfortable lair,
At the world that is his home.
The chimera vanishes and the light shines,
He looks around at his healthy self,
The azure skies, oceans, trees, nothing fake.
He picks up the phone, to dial Drake.
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