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From Martian Sands (A Rondeau)
by Elaine Polin
From Martian sands we poets sing,
With magic words our poems ring,
As immigrants from far-off lands,
We left our planet’s sick demands;
No more to dying Earth we cling.
Our years on Earth sad news did bring
Of torture, hatred, war’s sharp sting,
And now our songs soar on command
From Martian sands..
To Mother Earth our words we fling,
Beneath two moons we’re queen and king.
A million stars from Heaven’s band,
Above this blesséd virgin sand.
Shine down on songs as they take wing
From Martian sands.
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