Sands of Mars

A cold, near silent place,

Red dust for all to see.

Boulders, pebbles barren,

A world of misery.

Once a new home for Man,

Now forgotten, eclipsed by stars.

Now a training ground for grunts,

The EDF's got all the cards.

The dust's covered the footprints,

Yet severer scars remain.

Mars may be the world of war,

Yet it still feels pain.

Phobos and Deimos hang above,

Look down in false pity.

At Mars, forgotten backwater,

A deserted, dusty sea.