Over a year passed
since we received the calling.
Whilst the world went crazy,
we hid bunkered down
awaiting the bombs
that would start falling.
We underestimated
the importance
of contact.
They sat
in the air,
As big
as a town square,
The ships.
They sat
motionless.
As heavy
as buildings
but hanging
like they were
stuck in the sky
on some invisible rope.
As heavy as buildings
but hanging exactly the way
that buildings don't.
Sat awaiting impact.
It never came.
Just more of that
stinking godawful rain.
It was easing
its way into our pores,
dining on our thoughts.
Eating away at our hope,
and devouring
any good will
we had stored.
We lost sight of our ideals.
Easy to let anger eat away
at the beasts that made us kneel.
We forgot how life made us feel
until the bubble burst
and our world snapped.
Into our little cells
we were cast.
Prisoners with
too much time
on our hands
but not enough life
to fulfil
our attention spans
Then the missiles came,
but the laser beams
wiped them away like tears
in the rain.
Then they
decimated the lands,
Reduced whole
populations into sand.
Then they pumped in
the bad dreams,
Feeding the water
with images
to make us scream,
and feeding on our pain.
We didn't value
the moments
left in the rubble.
The carnival of life
seemed
like too much trouble.
Until it was taken away.
Kidnapped
in the light of day.
Locked up
with nothing to say
and no key
to open the door anyway
Seemed like no big deal.
The beings gave us movies,
three square meals.
We never cared enough
until we had nothing.
No-one.
Only us
and our own voices
didn't amount to much.
We didn't
compliment ourselves
on good choices
or give ourselves love
when we felt helpless,
We just became drones.
Mindless clones,
keeping the beings entertained
in their new homes.
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