Martian

When Perseverance met Ingenuity
World became two;

One is the Old and other is the Red

And the human pursuit bore fruit on the land where there are no trees

And as they say, 

That will be a world with new order, new culture, and new politics

Without the interference of the chaotic old world

And they promise 

The supply of air, water, food

Electricity, internet, transportation

And other services

And they say they are committed to 

Plant trees, make streams, grow crops,

Build roads, erect structures and offer other amenities

You only need to purchase your wild card

By spending multibillion bucks

The Falcon can hear the Falconer

Even from light-years away

And the Falcon is ready to take its interplanetary flight

With Elites seated on its heavy body

They are eager to touchdown on the pristine land

Sans groaning of the proles

Sans pollution

Sans war

Sans everything that is murky

And as they ponder over the prospect of the new world, 

The Old World is being burned by the Falcon's thrust

The Old World-contaminated by pollutants

Choked by the emissions

Distorted by avarice

Segregated by prejudice

Corrupted by inequity-is still surviving

With hapless commoners who can't afford the flight

Once this was a land of abundant resources

Diverse flora and fauna

Verdant environment

But exhausted by the gluttonous exploration

And they say they can make all these glories anywhere

As the Old World deteriorates,

Will the martian posterities think

The Earth is only a dumping ground?