Child...

 

Remember the lights,

Remember the silence.

Remember the beauty,

Of those flying old saucers.

Remember how they whizzed past,

And turned.

Remember, child.

 

Those flying old saucers,

They hid from us.

They hid from the people,

But they knew the world.

They were as quick as ninjas,

And they had no fear.

Remember, child.

 

But those flying old saucers,

Sometimes they would stop.

They would stop and hover,

One was over our lawn.

They gave us a clue,

They tried to help us.

Remember, child.

 

Flying old saucers,

Man were they strange?

Little people flew those saucers,

Strong, gray people.

They meant us well,

They drew us a picture.

Remember, child.

 

But then the people,

The dark, secret people.

The people chased them away,

Chased the flying saucers.

They found a flying saucer,

The gray people were dead.

Remember, child.

 

The evil people,

They used the flying saucer.

They used it to strike fear,

Into the hearts of the good.

They broke down the world,

And there were no saucers.

Remember, child.

 

Remember, child,

Remember what is good.

Remember what is true,

Remember what is kind.

Remember those,

Who meant us good.

Remember the old saucers.

 

*Deep breath*

*Deep ex-breath*

*Hit the 'create topic' button*

 

Mods plz let dis through I spent so much time on it!!

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I'm curious to see what you all think of this.

                               

 

                     Remember child.

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It's wonderful! Are you going to make a short story about the gray people and the flying saucers? 

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Foxcraft is awesome!

I heart dragons

Bunnies are so cute!!!!!!

Open a book

Flowers are pretty

I am a hugger!!!!!

 

Proud Harry Potter fan!!!

 

 OMG. This site is AMAZING! 

 

No. That was pretty much it. I'll explain what was happening in the poem later on today. But thanks!

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*Sigh* I’ve been watching a bit too much of Steven Greer.

 

Basically, a farmer is talking to his son about UFOs.

 

He told his son that gray aliens flew the saucer-shaped craft, and that they were very secretive of studying humans. He then told his son about his experience with the UFO, and that it created a crop circle on his farm. The farmer marveled at the complex design, but then shortly after, the “super secret government” / the “evil people” (basically the Deep National Security State) had a short battle with the aliens. The aliens were defeated, and the SSG found one of the crashed saucers. They used the technology to basically recreate an alien ship, and they made it look like aliens were attacking the Earth so the government could gain power.

 

In the end, the farmer tells his son to remember what the real aliens were like, not the fake ones that were simulated. He wants his son to know that the aliens that visited them were trying to help humanity, not destroy it.

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Nice work! :D

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- Samurai -

Red Belt . . . wouldn't have gotten this far without you :)

 

You always make everything better, no matter what.

You always have.

You're amazing, okay?

You changed my life.

Thanks for everything. :,)

 

@Taegeuk: Thank you! :D

 

I have no idea why, but when I look back at this piece of writing, I cringe.

 

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