Earth Years Poem by john tiong chunghoo

'are they still fumbling around trying
to get out of the fence like a rat, '
the chief extra terrestrial being asks
impatiently at their conference of what
to deal with planet earth after all this while

'yes, very few improvements indeed.
if we go there our voice would
be drowned by their ignorance.
All their wrong theories are the fences
binding them down. And their full blown
egos and greed are maglinancies
consuming their spiritual growth. Not to mention
their battles of the God. We cannot educate
them until they have reached a reasonable
level of 'literacy'? ' the chief intergalactic
scientist replies with a tone of disappointment.

'how many planes have been elevated? '
the chief asks.

'many, in the thousands but many remain
earthlike, lost in their own conceits.' said the
scientist.

and how many more years to wait
'a hundred years, our years
and theirs 'a few million'.

and there was a blackout.