Our visitors from space,
Are about to show face,
Methinks we'll get what we're due,
Certain members of the human race,
Will be among the chosen few.
They will hide underground,
Thinking they won't be found,
Their hideaways they've been building for years,
Their effects on the aliens have been profound,
For the elite it will all end in tears.
They are light years ahead,
Our technology is dead,
For the rich there'll be no place to hide,
There's nowhere here the aliens won't tread,
Human behaviour has been totally snide.
They left us behind,
As they wined and dined,
They believed we'd be the aliens prey,
That idea was soon undermined,
Vast riches mean more to the grey.
What the rich have got,
We have not,
So the aliens left us alone,
For those underground, things are now hot,
It's our turn now to disown.
When they asked us for assistance?
We put up resistance,
We left them to fight their own battle,
From the warring parties we kept our distance,
As the rich kids continued to prattle.
Soon the war was done,
The conflict was won,
The elite now faced dissolution,
The aliens answer to their question did stun,
Why us?
‘' It's Called Evolution ‘'
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