The red god, by Luigi

I am in a rocket,

Flying to Mars.

In my pocket,

I have a picture of the stars.

I’m here all alone,

Nothing to do.

It’s only me and my phone,

And an odd shoe.

My family is gone,

I’m never coming back.

The suit weighs a tonne,

It’s hurting my back.

We’ll all move to Mars,

When all the cars,

Have polluted the world.