On a Planet far beyond the influence of Earth,
Prevailed a society, which did not persecute its people at birth.
The law of the land gave the power to the people,
Unequal it wasn’t, yet each of them was considered unique and capable.
Peaceful by nature, yet it possessed the most potent weapon of all,
Voice, was it called, which they correctly used against injustice or sectarian brawl.
They were an intolerant civilization, but against intolerance,
Mutual respect for the capabilities and opinions held, believed its populace.
Oh Wicked fate! You doomed them all,
The day the Earthians discovered them, it heralded their fall.
No sooner was the contact between the two contrasting races was made,
A drop of evil maligned their hearts, which proliferated rather than fade.
Today exploiters plunder and the vultures prey,
Vicious minds puppeteer the fight between the helpless pawns every day.
The demons of Earth laugh at the foul play of their make,
As the once Utopian society self-destructs and self-immolates.
Alienman 