Behind the placid mask of the starlit cosmos Or underneath the messy stars Scattered on the canvas of night Someone is victim of the vision Of suspicious forms skulking in the sky They came, and will come again Them, the unknown, the alien Aboard their huge spaceships Illuminating infinity Perhaps are we only a subspecie An uncommon subject of scientific Experiences on earths vast laboratory? Many humans have ever been kidnapped and examined Are they the odd gods our ancestors once revered? The sowers of our primitive civilizations? Or merely witnesses of our selfdestruction? They have probably paced the earth From a pole to the other ... What lecagy remains of them On this huninged sphere? Our ridiculous selfishness Made us believe we were The only life form in the Universe To me, its crystal clear we are not... Cyborgs we already are Alloys of flesh and synthetic matters Halfrobots, halfhumans With our prosthesis and implants Polluting our environment to sterilize it Qui sait si nous ne sommes pas des monstres Nous qui distillons nos emotions pour les vendre? Those interdimensional travellers May be afraid of our madness Only when theyll land to stay Shall we at last realise the truth....
nous, qui, vendre, monstres, halfrobots