Saturday, December 8, 2012

Radio Waves

Radio Waves

Two towers stand tall
I see them out my window
blinking red and white lights
I hear a humming echo
as I sit to write and I wonder
what is passing through me

I’m told aliens exist among us
gave us our start and
“they’re back” to fix our mess
we failed PSY 101
Complete Freedom
which came in waves over generations 

We’ve come a long way
we’re far from clear of abuse
all that goes on over the world
what is visible on our TV screens
what is invisible except sometimes
in memoir from its own slant

Those who run the world seem like
kindergartners with massive weapons
who create such misery to all of us
who are one person in spirit
and I just wish they would get it
what they do to us they do to themselves

Most frightening
martyrs for a cause

Shared with Poetry Pantry #127


  1. Frightening to think of all these waves passing through us.....and someone knowing this and condoning it. Martyrs indeed.

  2. Wow this is a frightening poem. You've succeeded in scaring me! Never thought about those radio waves before.

  3. Yes, so scary. Great write, kiddo, so well said.

  4. Ouch! Keep those aliens out of your head!!
    Reminded me of "Childhood's End" by Arthur Clarke

  5. Yes... I, too, hope they some day get it.

  6. I don't think I've written something this relevant. Quite an important message. The second verse did make me chuckle (in a good way, of course).