by Nick Gisburne
Be sure, before you damage what we do,
That all our plans are perfect, and in place.
We have no disagreement, not with you.
Be careful when you settle in our space.
We built this world for everyone, for all,
For any who are hungry for a home,
A multicoloured, ever-spreading sprawl,
A shining Eden, mirrored in the chrome.
And yet, perhaps inevitably so,
You seek to scar and sully what you see.
We think it only fair to let you know
Your ships will soon be smouldering debris.
We offer you a peaceful place to stay,
Or suicide, the only other way.
