We are the scourge of ourselves,
sucking our world dry,
greedy for 'now',
for immediate pleasure,
the satisfaction of having,
of want without need.
Conquerors we once were,
the fear of alien nations,
we plundered their planets,
gorged on sweet bread of their flesh.
But now we, devils of our own making,
forever forsaking our future,
feeding on the now of our wants,
we have finally conquered ourselves.
We have raped our own planet
and almost barren our world,
our suns raging in anger
melts our scales into slough
that drips off our backs.
Light fades in our vision,
shy neath a nictitate blink,
its membrane near failing to moisten
and almost blind we become.
Fear growls in our hearts as our claws claw
for strength from each fought after breath,
and we know we must act now,
for if not we are doomed as a planet
and doomed as ourselves.
I, Esurient, a scientist,
tasked with others of my ilk my design
to come up with an answer, and driven we are
to save our world and our kind.
There is great need of research,
to conquer this disease that destroys us
and what better than snatching miserable lab rats
from that pit that names itself Earth.
(They are not far behind us, those humans,
seeming intent on destruction of self,
feeding on the wealth of today
and discounting the dearth of tomorrows...
the horrors to come.)
the horrors to come.)
We come in the night stripping their planet of power,
switching off all lights, for what better than darkness
to feed on their fears and fill them sour with dread.
We hungry (for life) suck them up to our ships,
in their millions their billions; we take all those
pathetic in living and the dried bones of their dead.
Testing DNA ribbons proves of nothing to aid us
as a cure of diseases that ail us bewail us,
but we find humans nutritious and at least
(for a while) we will feed well and thrive.
And the planet though now hostile
to our alien life form can be altered to suit us,
give a temporary respite and keep us alive…
then we must begin again…to seek out new worlds,
to savage and plunder, seek out an answer… find
planets like us, intent of destruction,
that will feed us and home us,
will keep us alive,
well at least for a while…
Inspired by Brenda’s Wordle 346, the words being: Stranger, drive, bread, light, on, switch, growl, devil, shy, off, stripe & snatches – although I couldn’t find a place for stranger and stripe.
Also inspired by MLM's prompt of “Alien Abduction” where she asks us to write from the viewpoint of the alien.
And shared with the good folk at Poets United too!
Image courtesy of: Pixel's