Alien Nations

I wonder if we’re aliens
sent to destroy all beauty,
at the will of an omnipresent
evil bidder’s duty.
For all that we do
is caused by destruction
and what stands in our way
isn’t long an obstruction.
Either displaced or rubbed out
till no evidence is left,
all but a painful memory
with Mother bereft.

Before mankind
the earth was in harmony,
a melting pot of species
in one cyclic symphony.
The hunted fed the hunters
but only for food,
nothing was wiped out
for the collective good.
Everything had its role to play
in an evolutionary tapestry
but our thirst for death
caused a global travesty.

Science tells us
we rose up from all fours
and created tools to make
then weapons for wars.
Our brains developed
turning grunts into speech,
the rest is history they say
with the truth out of reach.
After all, what species justifies
cleansing for civilisation,
or the ideal of Arcadia
as something repulsively alien!

Jason Conway is a poet from Gloucester, United Kingdom. He started writing poetry seriously in July 2016 after experiencing an epiphany whilst surfing at Woolacombe beach and was compelled to write a poem and he hasn’t looked back since. He uses the Pen Name of Th31nkWarri0r. Jason true passion for poetry began when he joined The Gloucester Poetry Society, a brand-new poetry group set up by a friend. He now performs and hosts open mic events locally.

Jason’s inspiration comes from lots of sources. He is also an artist, designer and photographer, and is constantly studying his surroundings for ideas and connections. Jason’s biggest inspiration is the natural world as he is very passionate about the environment and man’s progressive devastation to it.