Don't Say 'Take Me To Your Leader'

So, you think we'll be contacted
By intelligent beings from space?
As IF they would be friendly
To an alien, warrior race!
Maybe, they'd study the culture, first,
To guess how they'd be received;
They might try decoding our language,
To find out what we believe.
If so, can you imagine
What they'd probably hear
From our military leaders,
With their antennae ear?
'We need an alien being,
To dissect and analyze,
In case they've come to conquer us;
We don't want to be surprised.
No need to alarm taxpayers,
We'll keep this among the wise;
We'll discount every sighting,
Above, in our friendly skies.
Maybe theft doesn't translate well
And they won't know how to say torture;
They might not even have weapons,
If they're a peaceful culture;
In that case, we shall have them,
And we'll wring them like a sponge
Till naught but madness escapes their lips
Across their swollen tongues.
Then, maybe they'll leave us alone,
So we can torture each other;
There's plenty of pain to inflict, right here,
On all our subspecies brothers.'
Paranoia and self-preservation
Are a deadly combination.
The next time, they will come in force;
We'll be faced with eradication.
They must be shaking their heads,
As they watch us test their craft;
The first time we destroyed one,
They may have even laughed.
Now, are you ready to welcome them,
After they've met our leaders:
Anal-retentive antagonists,
Women- and children-beaters?

© MadPoetnExile

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