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Only Space for the Rich
by Taylor Roth
Sci-fi has always been comforting to read
Often the stories were about the underdog winning
About survival in a world stacked against you
An escape to the cosmos,
where what you do is more important than your name
But recently looking up at the stars,
has done nothing but put a pit in my stomach
Because if this world is to burn?
The only ones escaping it will not be heroes
It will be villains
It will be a starship of cowards
A rocket full of billions of dollars
holding only hundreds of people
After all, if this world has proven anything to me,
it is that there is only space for the rich
And there will only be space for the rich
in the next world too
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