i will offer my lips to you,
venerate your body with kiss,
receive your soul
…as a starting point.
then, i will make promises that i will keep
i will love you forever
if you were mine.
with withering hopes they succumbed to the governing nation
ruled by dictators with souls unstationed
and just when it seemed humanity was set to die
emerged a silver disc, appeareth in sky
the government panicked and the people did flee
the military fired missiles so contemptuously
but the disc so swiftly averted the death gun
and eventually the people ceased to run
finally they beheld the spinning glory
with shining beauty did surpass tabloid story
but the governors still fought for they felt the fear
of social equality, their kingdom in arrears
they embarked on largest ever PR campaign
through corporate media their voices strained:
“aliens have come to kill us all,
so fight for your country” — such was their gall.
the greedy masters, unsuccessful were they
the people more conscious saw the light of day
and approached the disc with arms open wide
“save us,” they said, “we will not hide.”
and at that moment, the disc shot down a beam
and to the people like salvation it seemed
so naturally they walked towards the light
their hopes by now exceeding their fright
the first person that touched the beam was a prophet-musician
who had made in his life ethereal compositions
when he touched the beam he was carried up and in
the people cheered and marched forward with grins
but before even the second person was transported
the grand plan was seemingly aborted
the musician was beamed back down holding in his hand
a musical instrument from another land
he started to play it and the people were enthralled
the children laughed and the adults bawled
a beauty so great that even the elite
came out of their mansions and on to the street
the man sang “time is relative, i’ve been gone for ages
i’ve kissed the cheeks of extra-terrestrial sages
and thus i have learned to play this new song
through music now to right our wrongs”
when eventually a more skeptical fellow
yelled, “what’s going on here?! HELL O!”
the musician’s face showed a compassionate smile
and he said “we won’t be going up for quite a while.
to mother, to Gaia, now return to seed
save us, they won’t, but show us our greed.
for only if we love one another
can we live in peace as sisters and brothers.”