Aliens' Visit On Earth Poem by Binu Mathew

Behold! those hordes of blockheads, dude!
Where're they heading in solemn mood?
As if operated by artificial intelligence,
To carry out tasks with great diligence!

Their heads're hollow, hanging like empty pots,
But hands strong, serving masters like robots.
Display uniformity in behaviour 'n attitude,
And ne'er vocal about their life of servitude!

They're donkeys at work 'n rabbits in bravery!
Silenced by corporate slavery!
Tread on paths of discrimination 'n exploitation,
But go blindfolded to avoid confrontation!

They're neatly attired in flamboyant dress,
That covers the heat of deep distress!
And ne'er let the volcano of outrage to erupt,
Fearing restrictive rules that interrupt!

Dude, man's born into bondage of faith,
Politics, 'n corporate culture that doth
Make individualism 'n freethinking castrated,
And ne'er enjoy freedom that aliens do unabated!