The Space Race... Song, or, The Species of Hate...

The Space Race.. Song, or,
The Species of Hate….

Just a song from a shiny spaceman,
he didn’t really sound so far out.
I wonder if the leaders knew his clan,
are we just living with an alien’s lout?

When he lands will he think we’re odd,
is it best for us to act submissive .
Could he have an answer from a god,
will he be instructed to let us live.

Would you believe him if he then said,
man was not meant to rule the earth.
Wouldn’t it waste the wealthy man’s head,
especially if they’d had wealth from birth.

I wonder, if he chose the worm to lead,
could they dig us for their fishing mate.
Would worms demand that we concede,
we have developed as the specie of hate.

What part of earth should we try defend,
such arrogant animals as we’ve become.
Imagine the cheers as we without friend,
wave a white flag while kissing an alien’s bum.

Would we beg forgiveness of our sins,
be like the good dog falling at heel.
Sidelined as a smart new life begins,
no creature considering what we feel.

Does this verse seem familiar to you,
what if this thing is not of man.
But a different creature, something new.
with a kinder more inclusive plan.