Fade To Grey
are we alone on this big lump of stone are we masters of all we survey
i used to think so but now i don't know since my conversation with an alien grey
his eyes were opaque he had eyes like a snake and he spoke but didn't have lips
he hovered above ground eyes oval not round and had suckers on three finger tips
we spoke about earth and we spoke about life on his planet three light years away
they have no wars they have no disease they have no god to whom they pray
nobody is homeless nobody is sick they live for three hundred years
there's no need for drugs there's no virus or bugs and there's certainly no need for tears
i asked if mankind could ever aspire to the utopia of which he spoke
he said maybe one day you'll realise love is the way and just at that moment i awoke
Copyright © Peter Swindell | Year Posted 2013
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