The fog didn't clear for him that day
And there seemed to be no way to say
What it was like for him inside his head
He could not acknowledge even who was dead
When it happened that afternoon is like no other
The noise in his head had cleared with no bother
But things were not the same he felt straight away
And all he had heard in his head was their play
There was no invasion of this our home earth
They did not need to in the power of mind's worth
The dead were gathered up and buried in the ground
And he did what was commanded when going around
The aliens had control of the earth for what they wanted
To strip the earth of minerals was what they plotted
There seemed to be no way that he could go back
And there was no future for the world as a matter of fact.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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