NO-ONE VISITS US, ANYMORE.

NO-ONE VISITS US, ANYMORE.

I expect Aliens already know how to fly,
That this is how they will come to our attention.
Just drifting out of the sky
Along with the falling leaves,
Transfixed by horror
At what we have allowed to happen.

Well, I guess they probably
Have the same emotions we do,
In which case, horror
Is the only possible response
To the hate shown in the world.

Maybe they won’t stay.
Unable to embrace a people
Who have so harshly destroyed
The earth, the sky, the air, the seas.
All the lovely things they were given.

Maybe nothing would persuade them to stay
And they would drift away
Exactly how they came.

Not wanting to be associated 
With the shame of so much killing.

© 2021 Gwen Grant.