In ninety-eight, a vision sparked,
By Zubrin’s hand, the flame embarked.
A call to reach the crimson sphere,
To plant our dreams, to persevere.
With “Mars Direct,” a daring plan,
To send our kind, both woman and man.
To live, to learn, to build anew,
Beneath the sky of rusty hue.
In deserts vast and Arctic’s chill,
They train with grit, unwavering will.
Simulations test the human core,
Preparing for that distant shore.
Through rovers’ race and VR’s glance,
They give the youth a fighting chance.
To touch the stars, to break the mold,
To chase the future, brave and bold.
They lobby, teach, and spread the word,
Ensuring every voice is heard.
For Mars is not a distant dream,
But part of humanity’s grand scheme.
So here’s to those who dare to chart,
A course to Mars, a work of heart.
The Mars Society leads the way,
Toward our Red Planet destiny.
[A poem about the Mars Society and its mission, courtesy of ChatGPT.]
