Perfectly sensible and intelligent people can sometimes be led to do utterly ridiculous things purely because everyone else is doing it. Respectable citizens are reduced to brutal animals or stupid thugs by mob mentality and peer pressure. This is a poem about people trying to kill the sun.
March On The Sun
The sun is a tyrant The Governor cried
And it sits in our sky with insufferable pride
Overcome with this passion, The Governor died
But the damage was already done
Whipped into a frenzy of anguish and pain
They elected a leader to act as their brain
In their new revolution, for all were insane
And intended to march on the sun
March on the sun
Evading it’s flares
We’ll strike it at night
So it’s caught unawares
March on the sun
In celestial motion
Wearing sunglasses
Applying your lotion
They rose in the air with a haughty defiance
Disdainful of physics, yes raging at science
And anything asking a hint of compliance
They knew that enough was enough
The heights of our atmosphere, where the air’s thin
Was the point where the first of the trials would begin
But they pushed through the clouds with a recusant grin
Knowing full well the road would be rough
March on the sun
Then return in great glory
For endless millennia
They’ll tell of this story
March on the sun
Or you’ll wither in shame
As your actions dishonour
Your family name
The heat of the sun grew, each second that passed
Til they came within range of it’s tendrils at last
And a beacon blew out with a terrible blast
Engulfing the horrified crowd
The flames soon receded, and left in their wake
A sordid reminder of mankind’s mistake
The heat caused their petulant bodies to break
And disperse as a wet, bloody cloud
March on the sun
Like a nuke that we orbit
Our masses combined
We can hope to absorb it
March on the sun
Melted flesh in the void
Home floated the heroes
Completely destroyed