Bring Out The Best In Me

I studied the sky intently with a borrowed suit
Designed to wait in the way required by them
However, I could barely stand up straight.
The wind whistled the tune of change in us all;
Difference was hard to spot, but noticeable.
I straightened my silver tie and watched.

Today is a delegation, A kind of meeting;
Awaiting the masters who have always controlled us,
Kept us safe, stopped us from moving too quickly.
I suppose I should be grateful for the envious honour
To greet, parade and welcome the Overseer
Into their world of limitless Joy in the castles.

My feet clicked and my back engulfed me;
Just stand and smile while taking it all in
To show the world what peace really looks like.
After all, I don’t suppose people even noticed a war,
There was no rubble, no burning buildings of hate.
It was an extermination of our disorder; Priceless.

My first guess was that we needed to be taught a lesson;
A demonstration of mechanised efficiency so valuable,
So understandable to live in the castles with pride.
I can turn and see these rounded marvels of steel;
Forged with precision and undeniable authority
Making sure we stand where are with our silver ties.

When the night is as dark as graphite, they appear.
It is almost routine to hear the buzz before your eyes
Adjust – whether with tears or the clouds of dust accumulated.
Emotions aside, here they are and here I am; sold
To the natural way of life, Inside the tall towers.
I sometimes wonder what living on the outside is like.

My ancestors were slimy in their intent; Dominating
With their thoughts of world supremacy – Metal Bullets.
The delegation is a sign of change and continuity all in one;
The Earth is not big enough for two contrasts; stigma.
We sit and take it all in while the mechanised control
And tell us what we are thinking with a sense of purpose.

There are two types of person; we are told this all the time.

Little Green Men

One little flash of light and then they were there.
A description; only if you can stomach –
A mismatch, nothing where it should be,
Scaly, slimy with protruding fingers. Catch
Sight of their hands! It was a nightmare
of proportion – Too much for my child; run!

Craft? Uneasy description to say the least.
There it was, pointing down like an invading
Iron fist; windowless beacon of Jellied
Madness, staring with intent to devour. Back
To the house slowly; there is no need to
Panic. But I am human, we feel and hurt
With a passion that shrieks a thousand
Doomed craft! I knew what they were here for!

I saw him stagger; noticed he was gone –
Then I could concentrate at the point at hand.
I had no choice – this was a first meeting but
They were not…..human and they twitched
As they talked; all secretions of another world
Contained in an orifice of hate. I heard
A voice, or something similar to the belch
Of a wild animal finding it’s range for the
Kill. This had to end.

I took my gun from its antique case; such
Splendor of hand-crafted wonder it is
Almost a crime to lift the latch. As it creaked
Open and the shine was evident I almost cried.
All such an ideal setting too, handily perched
Next to the armies of peace. All sitting there
To attention. I live for my country and for
A peaceful resolution. It is almost insulting
To have to tamper with the lid.

I can only imagine the headlines.