Pending we find
Before our space
Evaporates,
And spent
Ourselves in time
At carnage rate,
Ignorant of plight
To desolate
What we have left
In a deadly race,
Too soon reduced
To depleted space,
Of carved out caves,
We surely face
A dire need to stave,
Forces waiting hungrily
Like lowly knaves,
Who’ll greedily engage,
Our precious space,
Albeit by then our grave!