Declare to the stars that we are at war
And let them know their debts cannot be settled.
We will not be fooled.
Every being on this earth
Knows that all stars turn to dust
And with them, a hole is torn
In our dusty cobwebbed pockets
So that when the earth spins round the sun
Our pockets must turn inside out
And empty our belongings
To the stars.
What did you ever think
Made them shine so bright?
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