Down it crashed, from above, from beyond,
The craft metallic blue, though organic,
as if made of tissue and skin, the beast lay within.
Seven foot tall, green skin, five eyes and teeth like razors,
a terror, a scary scaly sight,
a demon some would say in later days, if they only knew the truth,
We barricaded ourselves, inside, self contained,
A good place to hide,
the beast thudded past, each footfall a blast, we prayed it would be the last.
Gunfire filled the air, the military are here,
smoke and fire filled our lungs as they shot with their guns,
The beast fought hard, but was outnumbered, and it fell as if a slumber.
The news crews said, don't panic, its dead,
Sounds of jubilation and elation filled the air,
But we heard its last breath and in death a message,
the meaning clear and horrific to hear.
She only came to visit, to share her wares,
to set up trade and help our ways,
to give us technology to fight any malady,
A sense of dread filled the room, what had we done, running always for the gun.
We shoot first, question later,
Creature killed, placed in a refrigerator,
kept as a trophy, a morbid prize, this act would seal our demise.
her fleet arrived shortly after, a distress beacon, showed them the way,
they saw our barbaric deeds, we fired, the weapons evaporated in the blink of an eye,
this sentenced 10 percent to die,
decimated, rich, poor, man woman child, just the animals were spared.
they left the world burning as day was dawning, this was our warning.
Was the warning heeded, no, all it succeeded in us building bigger better weapons in case they return.
humans, when will we ever learn.
Thanks for reading.
kyle
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