# Disease

Author: ShingetsuMoon
Tags: Aliens, Humans, Poem, Poetry, War, outer space

#11 of Poems

So I read a book once. In the end the crisis was averted and earth was saved and life kept spinning on. I am a religious person and believe that there is a much better and brighter future hope for this planet earth, but still the thought that another imperfect alien species would decide NOT to push the button was a question that left me on the fence.

* * *

I read a book once   
when I was a little girl.  
A group of teenagers   
were chosen to go around  
the world and pick out  
the best qualities of humanity.

They had to find those who  
were kind, merciful, honest,  
creative, patient, loving.

They were to find these  
people and take their findings  
back to the aliens waiting   
above the earth.

Waiting to destroy   
humans once and for all.

The teenagers came back   
disappointed. Discouraged.  
Hopeless but searching for   
hope anyway.

They did not find their   
evidence. They found a   
history of death and mass  
murder.

The alien council showed  
all of these images and more   
to them. War, death, violence,  
murder, child abuse, on and on  
until all the images blurred   
together.

Because to them humans  
were a disease. A parasite.  
A vile creature that needed  
to be stopped before it could  
spread out to the stars.

Mankind had to be killed  
off before they became   
smart enough to discover  
life on other planets.

Because if they spread  
out among the stars they   
would take their lust for   
violence and death along  
with them.

Their murderous nature  
would infect every alien  
species they came across  
until nothing was left but   
more death, more hatred  
and more war.

So the teenagers countered  
by saying that humans  
were still young. Didn't all  
civilizations fight while they  
were young? Hadn't all of theirs?

Humans were at a tipping point  
and amid all the violence and  
death they spread were brief  
shining moments of love and  
affection. Empathy and kindness.

Humans didn't need to be  
exterminated. They needed to  
be guided and taught. Someone  
had to take the time to show them   
the way. They could change if only  
they were given the chance.

I read a book once.

And when I finished I couldn't   
help but feel that they had   
gotten the ending wrong.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/rnaGzE3e
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