Martian Abduction

They spoke to aliens on the bridge,
Who were the faces? What could we envisage?
The aliens subjected us to torture,
When we met them, who was the abductor?
It was a Martian of red colour,
The colour of magic and creature.
I love it not for the pain it created,
And the suffering with which it abducted.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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