You know what a rocket does,
It fires up out to push out of the sky,
Like how a virus fires up to get out of the mouth,
Nostrils, pores, whatever there out of the skin,
Well, a rocket is nothing in Space,
It waits for it lands on a lifeform, warm and live,
Like how a virus is nothing in the air,
But waits for it lands on the Earth’s species.
Well, a bit lecture, a virus said like before the body dies,
Let’s go to our rocket and find a new home, aye, new host,
For the Earth, herself is a host to all of us to live upon her.
© Ismael Mansoor