The Valiant Stand

Note: this poem is meant as a small tribute to Humanity's (failed) efforts to resist the Antaran onslaught, as described in the MoO3 storyline.

Earth surrounded, all cut off
from rest of space, bleeding dry
its last reserves, can but scoff
at own defence, sigh, and cry.

The Antarans attacks us,
Future bleakens, fades and falls.
Prepared for fatal, final loss,
Humans hide past ast'roid walls.

Defences hold, but can't last.
Endless targets they provide -
without ammo, we can't blast
them, fortune not on our side.

As they come, they all worlds burn.
At Jupiter, the final stand
is made - but futile - they turn
to Earth, and state their demand.

Disgrace is great, our pride crushed.
Our colonies are no more.
our empire lost - but well-hushed,
we start anew, to pride restore!

K.E. Brenne, a.k.a. "kebzero", January 2002