Song of the night

by Matt Freire

I don’t have the time
I probably did the crime
I’m down on my knees
The ground looks up to me
You don’t have the time
You’re in the same boat as me

I look to the ground
I see a centipede
With wings
And it takes off
It begins to fly
A bird swoops down
From on high a tree

Centipede jukes to right
The bird’s beak clamps
On it’s head
First of its kind
And it’s the last
First of its kind
Now it’s in the past

Why
Does it have to be

Follow the sun
I run and run
I follow the sun
It’s too fast for me
I run to the sun
I will never meet the sun

I see the affects
I feel I detect
The sun
The sun shines its rays
And maybe just possibly
Light defies gravity
But did I meet the sun

Light is gone
Crickets sing the song
Of the night
Why
Does it have to be

Aliens must die
They are different
Than me
If it’s not like me
If it’s colored blue
We must dispose of it
This much is true

If aliens came to power
We will have no say
Like a flower
Aliens can not be trusted
And they can not be fed
They will come back with more
And we will all be dead

I am ashamed
To be homo sapean
Life is too short
So stick your head up high
But if you’re an alien
You will die