Month: March 2018

The Mighty Hand Of Faa (Part 2)

A small group of scientists were hid out.
They had a plan they were talking about.
They had a means to speed up entropy.
The deterioration of all to nothing remotely
similar to what it was. Turned to waste.
They needed to get it to the Faa home base.
They needed to know how long it took.
The trip from earth to the Faa home nook.
They would sneak the device aboard their ship.
A timer would trigger it at the end of the trip.
One casually talked to a bored Faa guard.
He got the information. It wasn’t hard.
They would plant it among the mined ore.
It was undetectable, according to lore.
The ship blasted off for the home Faa planet.
It landed on the smog shrouded hunk of granite.
The whole planet was an industrial complex.
So polluted, home sweet home, lost its context.
The load of ore was needed badly here.
They also needed more. That was clear.
Just as the unloading had begun,
a timer clicked.—— It had begun.
Slowly at first, so it wasn’t noticed.
Then, rapid decay became the focus.
In a matter of hours the entire planet was consumed.
The Faa didn’t know what hit them. They were doomed.
Soon, on earth, no new Faa ships arrived.
The Faa here panicked. How will they stay alive.
They needed new supplies of the air they breathed.
Earth’s air was deadly. Had they been deceived?
They tried to breathe it. They had no choice.
An agonizing death ended their voice.
Humans were free. They knew their plan worked.
They had a number of Faa ships. What a quirk.
They became space explorers, but didn’t forget
how they got here using a trick.
They would not be like the Faa a bit.
They soon formed a Federation of Planets.
They eliminated all invaders and bandits.
Humans were a lot better off in the end.
Now, they had a lot of inner planetary friends.

————————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Mighty Hand Of Faa

The time has come for all to decide.
Will you live,—— or will you die.
What a choice. Most will say live.
But, to do so, you must forgive.
Forgive what? You ask in awe.
Forgive those they call the Faa.
Those aliens who conquered the earth.
You now are a slave from your birth.
Accept it as your destiny.
There is nothing you can do, you see.
This rubs your hackles the wrong way.
You don’t accept being a slave today.
If you don’t, then you will die.
Acceptance means life, so do not cry.
All will accept because they want to live.
But, they will never come to forgive.
They will hope to someday be free.
This is not the life for you and me.
The Faa is stripping this earth to the bone.
All minerals, metals, and precious stones.
We, the slaves, will do all the work.
Killing our own world. What a quirk.
We are a back world dump to the Faa.
Being assigned here is a lowly call.
Slaves are treated with indifference.
Nothing we can do will make a difference.
But, as earthlings, we never give up.
A plan is developing in the ruff.
It will take time to carry it out.
They will learn what we are about.
But, that is another story.
Soon to be told in all its glory.
So, come back and hear it all.
You will be proud and stand tall.

——————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)