When Aliens Come

There is beginning and ending and all things in between

But nothing on reflection is what in past it seemed

There are stories, myths and legends as children we had heard

But the lessons they imparted are now bent, blunted or blurred

There are dreams of paradise promised by religion and lore

But nirvana, like California, is a ruin of what it was before

Now nature’s beauty is buried beneath pavements and glass

And it is hard to understand why we let this come to pass

Oh, oh, oh… everything is changed or gone

Looking round for friends vanished in the throng

Oh, oh, oh… you’re standing confused and alone

Wondering, when you’re gone, who will write upon your stone

To lock out all the worry we live for the moment, for today

But if we don’t look to the future, how will we know the way?

And if we don’t choose to remember where we all came from

How can we interpret and improve the beating  drum?

Humans have been called a cancer on the earth

Ignoring God’s wisdom and Science’s truth

Destroying other life forms as though we have the right

Grasping short term treasure; the future out of sight

When the aliens come, I wonder where they’ll land

Will they splash down in the ocean? Leave tracks in the sand?

And when they figure out the mess we have made down here

Will they turn around and leave with no intentions and no fear?

Oh, oh, oh… everything is changed or gone

Looking round for friends vanished in the throng

 Oh, oh, oh… you’re standing confused and alone

Wondering, when you’re gone, who will write upon your stone