Alienated Alien. A Poem By Me

There when the insignificant stand,
We surprised him with an immense light;
A present to open his eyes,
Of how hideous he is.

There when the insignificant stooped,
Collecting his remaining pride;
We donate him a stick made of wood,
To help him know how fragile he is.

There when the insignificant lay,
Counting his breath, muttering his pray.
We laugh in circle around him,
To make sure how powerless he is.
The alien-faced insignificant spurting blood,
Makes us horrified, jolted and jumped.
A tiny razor leaves an impression in his gory wrist;
A silent truth of a soul in peace,
Oh, how pitiful his state is.


Such a special and delicate heart,
How wonderful his mind was.
Now he floated to the afterlife
Remain nothing but collected dusts.

We curse whoever deflowers him.
God, make him come back.
We love him our heart ache,
Alien, come back to us
But he never hears our compromised praise.

The God chuckled seeing them,
Of the end of the alienated alien
And the swindling sparkling crowds;
The abominable adored feather-brained,
The greatest morons in the world.