In-Con Sequential Art
Thursday
Mar122015

Exodus Lost

O2 levels below living parameters
This mission must succeed, prescribed by progenitors 
On the brink, think, analyze outlying destinations
With breathable air, drinkable water, vegetation
Inspiration, roll of the dice, last chance
As our failing fuel cells shuddered in a dance
With the atmosphere, ripped the hull right through,
Conveniently crashing while our EM coils blew
Rough tumble bumbled by a shot navigation
But safe now in our endangered situation
A civilization now few in a species
Foreign founders field test forgotten theorist’s theses
Pleased by the dirt we dug in for the season
A day’s work rewarded, laziness a treason
Carving our home around our past failures
A society of engineers, scientists, star sailors
 
The new age of exploration, never thought we’d settle
Never dreamed we’d be tested for our mettle
Didn’t mean to meddle but our metal’s transgression
Our simple presence there a sign of aggression
Shore up behind walls to keep out the locals
Whose shrill tones provided violent vocals
To a song of war, mankind’s familiar fear
And so men of science easily became fusilier
Green fires sparked in the surrounding wood
Strange fields held our men where they stood
Pulse rifles and cannons seemed to do little
Our enemy far from timid or brittle
They scaled walls thrown up for protection
They fought with weapons, we fought with infection
The direction of this conflict a past road tread
Though history lost on us while we buried our dead

Stars fall for us now, diving
Into worlds without a hope of surviving
We cling to life, but bring forth death
Sing the lament with our last breath
Skies burn for us now, dying
We meet the end, the past falls crying
Our every hope has gone to dust
With no one left to mourn for us
 
Titans of technology and sirens of science
Devolution to defenders as we die in defiance
But we deny any wrongdoing; the galaxy must be peopled
We brought friendship and knowledge; they responded with evil
Though the ardor of their anger was a sight to behold
We were not wildlings at war but rather warlords of old
And once the fire of their furious fierceness grew cold
We hardened our hearts and started on the death knell’s toll
For who here in our universe can stand against man
When his blood is shed on earth that he considers his land?
So we wielded the lightning and with a thunderous demand
We avenged our fallen fellows with a red right hand
And the sand was burned to glass and the woodlands to ash
While the villages of aboriginal aliens were dashed
And the very strength of their people was brought to its knees
When one after another their kind fell to disease
There’s blood in every story of the rise of a nation
Conquest and displacement lead to fierce confrontation
A conflagration; burn you out like ticks
Amateurs to the pros within the conflict
Mankind elides the opposition’s defense
Indigent to extinction, bitter unto the end
For we could have been friends had we met in the peace
Oppugned opportunistically; all end up deceased
For even as the final infestation of the fight
Influenza ended aliens but altered to blight
Begat the plague upon the plains and proceeded to rot
Turning fecund into fetid, nourishment into naught 
Our own weapons of pestilence put the project in peril
Cattle starving and feral as the farms became sterile
Colonization to cremation from this posthumous mutiny
No one left to tell the tale save for this holographic eulogy

Stars fall for us now, diving
Into worlds without a hope of surviving
We cling to life, but bring forth death
Sing the lament with our last breath
Skies burn for us now, dying
We meet the end, the past falls crying
Our every hope has gone to dust
With no one left to mourn for us