Deep in the Dust

As far as any eye could see,

A world of dusty plains.

A feeble sun beyond the clouds,

From those clouds, no touch of rain.

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Mars, an Eddie testing ground,

Long borne the sound of guns.

Power armoured Eddie soldiers,

On hostile environment runs.

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But what use have these dusters,

When the conflict was in space?

What of the hydrogue enemy,

Foe of the human race?

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What of the fleet at Jupiter?

The one forced into retreat?

What damage could be done to 'drogues,'

When in dust was one's own feet?

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Perhaps nothing to do but train,

Upon this world of war.

But while mankind heard the trumpet,

Feeble was the call.