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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