Aliens

Into space, a rammed ship the passing Star spewed. Feverish, life into its bowels forever doomed. Survival hopes by a tumefying Sun aerified. The void, blindly the last ship hopefully roved. About a new demesne the space travellers were excited. From afar a blue planet, with alleviation, they sighted. Secretly nearing, at dawn they furtively on the planet landed. A new chapter in their civilization they had just started. ‘What a Shangri-la!’ bewitched, they all exclaimed. Vast, green meadows that no horizon limited. Here and there by splashes of color patched. That small, clean springs generously watered. The commander under the charm stooping. ‘ look ! Life in here is pullulating. Each creature, its task dutifully executing. Listen! Their sprightliness they are serenading. It must be good to live here.’ Somewhere in the wild alarmed Geese ominously cackled. A hellish plan the artful Aliens concocted. Under human skin they concealed. With unaware Earthlings they mingled. Unnoticed, power they gradually gained. Up the ladders they patiently climbed. Ultimately, human fate in their hands they grasped. The worldlings’ minds they totally captured. With treasure and pleasure they baited Vice and decadence in tellurians they reared. Race inequalities they first prophesied. Hate and disdain they tacitly stirred. Family haleness they second attacked. Males and females they confused. Their innate assets they crucified. Looseness and profligacy they skillfully preached Rejuvenation off households sloughed. ROBINS DESERTED THE SKY.