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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.
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James Fraser
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