Bending light and beaming forth across space-time to see us scared in the reflection of their oil black eyes? 

And stalk us as a predator like our movies imply? 

They're not the ones who hate us, who create our common dread. 

They're not the ones who mutilate our animals, or travel through the stars. 

They're not the ones to cause us harm – we are! 

We are still-life in cold blood and we feel nothing, hell-bent on heaven while our righteous men are stuffing corpses full of shit and faith 

They bloviate about a future beyond the moon, to terrorize some other planet and bring about its doom, 

To discover peaceful life and beat our war-drum to its tune 

Unless our prayers will be answered and our end is coming soon