Thursday, August 24, 2017


                    It cannot be, it cannot be that we
                    Are all alone in this vast universe,
                    We who have gained the capability
                    So many subtle mysteries to disperse,
                    And yet, for all our venturous reckoning
                    With scopes and probes into the depths of space,
                    We’ve found no sighting of a living thing,
                    And of cosmic intelligence no trace.
                    Well, let that be; we’ve better things to do,
                    If only just to get our house in order
                    Should aliens from elsewhere rendezvous
                    Not to make peace with us but to marauder.
                         We need to show we’re worthy of enduring
                         By proving amiable, indeed, alluring.