They Gave Me Matches

Baby I could light my fire, in the desert,
see things around me, cook my food, be alert,
didn't need to rub those two sticks together,
at least no interruption from the weather.

But this wasn't Earth, it was actually Mars,
no air, but the fire didn't explode the avatars;
a US lander on one side, Chinese on the other,
any arguments, maybe I'll just dive for cover.

Did I see a discarded hamburger wrapper,
or was it a greasy Chinese takeaway paper?
Disgraceful, fish eating plastic on Earth,
no values, don't know what they're worth.

I was offered a lift - American and Chinese gone,
no problem, Russians came over the horizon.