'' The Aliens Have Won '' Poem by Bri Mar

In distant space,
It's now on view,
An alien race,
Will they cause ado?

Why come here,
Is what we ask,
Should we feel fear,
Will they wear a mask?

We told them where,
So we've no excuse,
If for us they don't care,
Will we suffer abuse.

It wasn't thought out,
You ask what's the fuss,
Let there be no doubt,
They could be like us.

Take our evolution,
We create weapons of woe,
What's in their constitution,
May well come as a blow.

If it turns out they're worse,
We will take a dive,
Our decision we'll curse,
When they arrive.

So be prepared,
This could be the end,
Be very scared,
Our ways they may mend.

We now know why,
They came all this way,
Peace doesn't apply,
They are here to stay.

Be enslaved or face death,
Are their only conditions,
To take your last breath,
Or fulfil their missions.

Their home was destroyed,
By their errant ways,
They were facing a void,
We've extended their days.

By giving them directions,
Their journey was quick,
They said our imperfections,
Showed them we're thick.

Those messages we designed,
Means our time here is done,
To reality we were blind,

‘' The Aliens Have Won ‘'