The Alien

From their vast, blue sky Comes a flash of chrome, A circular ship looking to dock In a safe harbour to call home Looking for a new world While I hover in and out, Inhabited by intelligent life Free of fear and doubt I only observe these beings Who become more strange, Yet, their demeanor over time Never really seems to change Yet again, I have to stop And turn back the way I came, What was here for a million years Has evolved to be the same None here would welcome me A little man with green skin, How awfully they do treat Their very own kith and kin If I had set foot upon Earth They would surely raise their fist, Maybe it would just be best If they didn't know that I exist.