'' Prime Directive '' Poem by Bri Mar

Our visitors from space,
Said yes, we'll show face,
Only when you lot cease fighting,
When peace is in place,
You as friends we'll embrace,
Your habits are not very inviting.

We've been waiting here,
For many a year,
From the day the first human was born,
Let a second appear,
In the new frontier,
By some this was treated with scorn.

At first, they dated,
Then they debated,
The rights and wrongs of conception,
But it was fated,
They then procreated,
Equality for all our perception.

After multiplication,
They sired every nation,
With multiple colours and creeds,
They laid a foundation,
For such aggravation,
Soon it became part of their needs.

The female and male,
Soon went stale,
Very soon they hated each other,
Let the siblings prevail,
Very soon it did fail,
As they started killing each other.

As intelligence increased?
Each other they fleeced,
In the search for a new beginning,
Those palms they greased,
Are now all deceased,
They knew not the meaning of sinning.

With a holocaust,
They became engrossed,
They then did what their creators abhor,
At a terrible cost,
Their battles now lost,
They engaged in a nuclear war.

Now we'll never be seen,
For that frightening scene,
Showed us our creations were defective,
Without being mean,
We did not intervene,
We can't breach our own,

‘' Prime Directive ‘'