Sighting

Copyright: 2/2/96
Sighting

It lands in an open corn field full of promise
Strange and unusual fits, the ship sent galaxies kiss
Foreign heads, hands, and bodies hit and miss
A small door closes with a hiss
Footsteps walk unsure amongst the grit
Falling down into the abyss
The smoke is amiss
Chaos is bliss
World eclipsed
Sighting.

Lazer fire loss of life and limb it never ceases
Aliens take control of the world there's no peace
No red blooded Americans left, death on increase
Healthy and strong aliens invade, attack bees
Nowhere to run we must flee
Aliens cower a new lease
Be gone, come please
A weapons seize
World teased
Sighting.