ivor or ivor.e hogg
Synopsis For Thad - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
A member of an alien race
I mingle with the populace.
There’s not a lot of difference
except I have an extra sense.
I can read minds quite easily
and what I learn displeases me.
Few care about their fellow man.
Most do not give a tinkers damn.
Soon I must submit my report
I’ve given it a lot of thought,
I do not think the human race
is ready yet to take its place.
In the stellar community.
They have not reached maturity
They’re well developed technically
but are retarded morally.
It makes me sad but it is true.
They are not as yet ready to
be considered civilised.
They have not even recognised.
That they are kept in quarantine.
Just as they have always been.
By races wiser far than they
who make quite sure that they can’t stray.
From their small island galaxy
to spread their brand of anarchy
at will across the universe.
I can imagine nothing worse.
Perhaps I have been here too long.
I must admit I could be wrong
I see them as a hopeless case.
A fierce barbarian warlike race.
Another thousand years or so.
Might be enough to let them grow
beyond their adolescent stage
their flashes of insensate rage.
If they are thwarted in their aims
Like children play their nasty games.
I think that we should leave them be
continue watching carefully.
For any shred of evidence to show
they’ve learnt sufficient sense.
To treat each other honestly
Although they broadcast and receive
they can’t control it. I believe
that their aggression stems from fear
Which hopefullywill disappear
when they can use telepathy.
Its been a strange experience
to realise the difference.
Between races who cannot lie
and men who lie instinctively.
My tour of duty’s nearly done
and very soon I will be gone.
Back to where thoughts flow mind to mind
and leave this wretched world behind.
Although they have my sympathy.
It can’t come fast enough for me.
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