“ Earth Space ” ~ in a deadly race ~

 

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!