7 May 2012
We make all these films, Stories and poems of Aliens beyond the stars, With their long fingers, And their metal ships That fly, fast and far. But are we that Different, from the ones We call aliens? We communicate on A touch screen device, Our probing fingers doing All the work. We hibernate inside, Our concrete fortresses, Not unlike the ones we Create in our tales. Our metal birds, which we Use to travel, fly across Our cloudy sky. And all the while, We send out messages, Searching for those Who live amongst The stars. With their Amazing technology, And advanced warfare.
Then we look at our planet. Have we not already found them?
Aliens • Opuss № I