It was written in the stars.
A message just for us,
the populous,
but the language was unknown.
The message lost on deaf ears.
If only we had a translator,
life could have been so much better.
It was written,
in the hieroglyphics of space.
Across the constellations we gazed,
but missed the message
staring us in the face.
A message to the human race.
It said we come in peace.
We mean no harm,
please don't be alarmed,
turn off your arms.
But alas we had no way
to understand the contact.
So, when the ships arrived,
our leaders turned to the military for advice,
Outsiders must be treated as a threat,
this is the belief system of those in debt
to arms dealers and warmongers.
So, when the ships flew alongside us,
we saw them flying against.
Trigger fingers were tensed.
The first barrage lasted for days,
then the second and third.
The sky blazed
orange like the burning sun.
Then as quickly as it started,
the barrage ended.
The sound of silence hung.
As did the ships,
they were barely bruised,
barely scuffed,
certainly not blown to bits.
Our leaders dug down
into their underground pits.
Leaving us above, to live on our wits.
Which suited the visitors just fine.
They sealed
the underground escape lines.
like tombs,
laser beams
tearing the ground in two.
They showed us true beauty.
In the stars. They painted images
brightly lit upon the sky.
They showed us the wonders of life.
We learned to look
at our neighbours as friends.
Outsiders, we took them in, we fed,
we lived
we let fear take a backwards tread
The ships observed the earth,
seeing that life was being understood,
that we only need to feel the love
and they flew away into the sky.
Leaving us to enjoy
the fine sunshine.
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