And What Comes to Visit

Fresh from the tabloids:
'We All Are the Aliens'

We all are strange and distant people.
Segmented with traditions implanted with restrictions,
And dissected to produce 'reason'.

Set within indifferences!
And mystified upon discovering,
Yet another development of natures' Whipped Mixtures'

Those in isolation...
In fear of their own reflections being threatened,
Are lost!
And have paid the cost to incite conflicts!

But today...
An end comes to their 'sickened appetites'.
A light bright beams.
The enormity of it,
Stops all movement quick!
And what comes to visit...
Will shut lips,
Forever...
About that which was known before it landed.
As 'Truth' descends with unquestionable power!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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