'' We Do Taste Nice In A Curry '' Poem by Bri Mar

We are sending messages into outer space,
Based on our knowledge and understanding,
In the hope we will hear from an alien race,
Their reply could well be demanding.

What if our messages have the opposite effect?
It could well mean peace means war,
What we say is wrong to them is correct,
What we like they might well abhor.

What will we do if their signal appears?
How will we know what they’re saying?
Their interpretation of love could confirm our worst fears,
That it’s for our blood they are baying.

When we say tomato they say chapel,
Very soon each other we’ll baffle,
We then say potato they reply with apple,
It will be like a ticketless raffle.

Among our own species communication fails,
Yet we expect aliens to come in and converse?
Us Humans are famous for telling tall tales,
These they may well find perverse.

If they are up there looking down,
They’ll see we love killing for fun,
In a sea of blood we watch others drown,
Our species are about to be undone.

What will they look like how will we know?
If their intelligence is light years ahead,
Their craft and their presence they may not need to show,
The thought they’re coming should fill us with dread.

When they arrived they said first things first,
It looks like we’re on to a winner,
We’re going to need drinks to quench our thirst,
We’ve heard you make a lovely dinner.

Know it all Humans with an arrogance to match,
Being told you’re going nowhere in a hurry,
The aliens telling us we’re not much of a catch,
But,

‘’ We Do Taste Nice In A Curry ‘’