Rogue PlanetA Poem by David Lewis PagetThey
had promulgated Congress for The
first day of the year, It
would bite into vacations At
the time they most occur, It
would clog the airborne ferries Overflow
the season’s trains, ‘Whose
idea was this, anyway? You’d
think they’d have more brains!’ But
the seven thousand members duly Packed
their travel bags, Posted
credit for their spouses, Sent
away their dogs and cats, For
a summons from ‘The Lorder’ Was
not lightly overlooked, When
he said ‘You will attend!’ they Hurried
off, their passage booked. They
converged within the Capital By
the Acropolice, And
they filed past the machine guns In
that city known as Neese, While
a rocket called ‘Galactic’ Towered
high above the dome: ‘This
begins to look perturbing!’ ‘Yes
- I wish I’d stayed at home!’ Once
inside the giant building That
had been a mausoleum, Now
reclaimed at last for government, Where
tombstones still were seen, The
members settled nervously Each
in his numbered seat, Their
sense of pride was tempered By
their memories of defeat. It
was less than fifteen years since their Corsairs
regained the ground That
had been the scene of violence, Rape
and mayhem, all around, With
the citizens assaulted From
their heads down to their feet, By
the battle-weary misfits who Had
ruled each tawdry street. ‘We
are here to beg the question,’ Said
The Lorder, as he stood, ‘Do
we execute these henchmen, Do
we lock them up for good? There
are thousands in our cellars, Overflowing
all our jails, Do
we risk a massive breakout or Provide
the coffin nails?’ Then
a mutter filled the Chamber From
a crowd of bleeding hearts, They
had vetoed execution, They
were men of many parts, ‘We
may not commend the slaughter Of
so many evil men, If
this Chamber votes for butchery We’ll
be as bad as them!’ So
the arguments were entered Back
and forth throughout the day, There
would soon be an election A
new Lorder, anyway, Neither
side gained the advantage The
hostility was rife, Though
there was another option, Banish
all of them, for life! ‘We
can send the ship ‘Galactic’ With
a thousand at a time, Take
each shipment deep in space So
they will suffer for their crime! We
can drop them on some planet Where
they’ll perish from their dearth…’ ‘Do
you know of such a planet?’ ‘Yes!
The Old Rogue Planet, Earth!’ David
Lewis Paget © 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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Added on October 2, 2012Last Updated on October 2, 2012 Tags: Lorder, Acropolice, Galactic, dearth Author
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