Man From Mars

He came from the red planet known as Mars.
Draped in a patterned cloak of cosmic stars.
In a comet called down alongside the rain.
Forecast to be seen by the eyes of the insane.

No one wanted to hear of what brought him down.
And history rewrote itself on the neon grids of town.
It spoke of the government's dirty secrets of war.
How the swine tortured their prisoners behind the door.

Of ideas on how to bring unreal peace back to the city.
While preteens were saying vulgar words such as "shitty."
And he had seen them for what they were.
Insults ranging from the tease to the racial slur.

The man began to wonder if the end was soon.
So he posed an inquiry to a child on the world's doom.
And tears filled the eyes of the boy.
For in this world there was no longer joy.

The corruption of officials and ignorant liars.
Forced upon the land in the form of raging fires.
The man from Mars sought for the sad truth.
For his unrealistic vision of peace needed proof.

Dawn's twilight grew faintly for the impending day.
As swine patrolled the streets, fugitives ran away.
Their cruelty was sharp as the lashings they suffer.
It made the tolerance of the pig that much tougher.

Who would save them, people of the street?
A phone call monitored by radio was their only treat.
They quivered as they hailed the free men over the sea.
Chained up in a city where there was not a single tree.

And so the man from Mars devised a grand plan.
To solve the problem he must sacrifice a cosmic man.
So it would have to be he, who fell from the sky.
The people who loved him all but wondered why.

Back to whence he came so the plan set in motion.
Turned the streets to grass, the toxic into ocean.
The pigs squealed at the loss of their precious fountains.
And the free people rejoiced as buildings turned to mountains.

Invoked by the death of the man from Mars.
For today the free people see him along the stars.
Because perhaps he was or was not dead.
So long as his home planet was painted red.