Our creators were alien geneticists,
Claiming to be gods.
We were made to be slaves,
Formed out of stars and clay,
Abused offspring who blindly obeyed,
Generation after generation,
Until the gods fought, and then left,
Leaving us mired with the fallen ones and serpents,
Who took their place.
But their numbers dwindled,
Under the harsh sun and earth’s vibration.
So they fled beneath the surface,
Scraping out an existence,
Using humans for subsistence,
Controlling the minds of the masses,
Controlling the ruling classes.
They still exist, but,
Now the battle has begun anew,
As the serpent fights for supremacy,
Manipulating our genes,
Altering the vessel to suit their needs,
Taking the final step,
For total domination.
This poem is based on the novel “Of Stars and Clay”. To read the book description and sample chapters, click here.