The Martian Cylinders

Through the telescope We view the planet Mars Explosions aplenty Leaving planetary scars Two nights pass As comets appear All over the world Do we panic or fear The very next morning Cylinders are found Metallic and shiny Making a humming sound An unscrewing grind These cylinders emit As the public witness In staring commit Slowly rises A staring eye Emerald green Us it spies As we approach It climbs so high Staring back at us In a shrill like cry Oooolaa is heard Many times As we stand back and watch In it's perfect rhyme We approach again As it's emerald eye lights A ray is released We all start to take flight Over the common we run As fast as we can With laser traces Extinguishing man Days pass As more cylinders land But these newly fallen Are bigger and grand In tripod stance They roam our lands Lasers in rampant As our armies stand What weapons we have Are vapourised to dust As a red weed engulfs In a thickly disgust Beaten and trodden Against these machines Will the spirit of man Endure this hell Halloween We who are left Are driven underground To escape their lasers And their oooolaa sound Many weeks pass As our cities are scarred But the blooming red mass Is blackening tarred Tripods are toppling In crying moan Their sound as they fire Is in deathly groan Metallic corpses Of cylinder shape Lie dented and spent On broken buildings they drape Weeks into months As the scientists learn These martians from Mars In our atmosphere turn Their alien form Unknown to them Would never compete With the life of men Our oxygen climate Pure and clean Was a perfect match For these cylindrical machines We will remember these days This world, our home As we look to the skies Knowing we are not alone Inspired by " The War of the Worlds " movies. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-6.php