'' Those Aliens Are Us '' Poem by Bri Mar

A message to space,
To an alien race,
That is S.E.T.I.s new communication,
In the hope it reaches an alien base,
Hopefully they’re a peaceful nation.

If they’re not,
Will things get hot?
When they eventually decide to appear,
Humans cooking in an alien pot,
Should fill us all with fear.

Will they show grace?
Be nice to our face,
Then fill us all up with elation,
Pretend our culture they love to embrace,
Then ensure we face sheer deprivation.

Left feeling fraught,
Fight them we cannot,
Over us they have complete domination.
Like us they leave the weaker distraught,
They then relish the aggravation.

Used as tools,
We are the fools,
Common sense we just never used,
It’s them not us who make up the rules,
We understand now the meaning of confused.

They know no shame,
Nor accept blame,
They are cruel and also unkind,
We can’t send them back from whence the came,
Domineering is how they’re refined.

Behaving like ghouls,
They use us as mules,
By interbreeding a new species is designed,
A more dangerous animal is what this fuels,
Like us there are none so blind.

Their ways we defame,
They’re brutal we claim,
As they destroy the whole of mankind,
Debauchery and greed is how they gauge fame,
Their behaviour is so unrefined.

Destroying all that’s alive,
Is how they thrive,
But in reality we cannot make a fuss,
A more dangerous creature we could not contrive,
Why not,

‘’ Those Aliens Are Us ‘’