On 25 July 2016, even while our global society was still enjoying the calm before the Donald J. Trump storm, my gut was telling me that that deplorable wannabe, if empowered, would pose an existential threat to my homeland and our home world; the likes of which humankind has not witnessed since WW-II.
Feeling bowled over by this palpable sense of foreboding, my fight or flight instinct instantly kicked in. My being a pacifist, flight was my only option, YET, with nowhere to run, all that was left was to hide within fantasy’s realm.
Ergo, I composed and posted the following Sci-Fi short story, which played out, back then, via a 21 stanza poem; which now replays, anew, requiring only a scant, asterisked revision (changing stanza 17’s “upon” to “anew”) in order to forewarn that even tho DJT was ballot box deposed in 2020, if re-empowered, come 2024, he’d pose, anew, that very same existential threat.
In rereading my poem, the escapism afforded me a bit of solace. It’s my hope that you can experience this too.
Why oh why are we cursed? What’s the cause, bizarre dreams?
Ones, which lock tight our muscles, and stifle our screams.
While real world type nightmares, can inculcate fright,
There’s far more to my strange dream, this midsummer night.
From toss and turn slumbers, I abruptly awaken,
Are night terrors at fault, for my feeling so shaken?
I cannot help but wonder. What’s the cause? Who’s to blame?
Was The Voice really real, which had called me by name?
The whole room is spinning, my head is a reeling,
Try as I do, I can’t shake that weird feeling.
I’m not buzzed on booze, doped on drugs, No, not my scene,
So what the Hell won’t permit me to feel calm, serene?
I hide beneath blankets, pillows cover my ears,
Such childish defenses, can’t fight grown up fears,
Bits and snatches besiege me, my memory cache,
A fleeting image bursts forth, like a forked lighting flash.
Tries to snag my dream frags, are a task truly daunting,
Creepy, will-o’-the-wisp, not too unlike a haunting.
Revelation now strikes me, I nearly scream,
It dawns on me how, this is far from mere dream.
As I lie face up fretting, wide awake in my bed,
Decibels grow intense, the sounds spike in the red,
Were I to tell anyone, would I lose all my cred?
OMG! Once again The Voice talks in my head!
It knows all I know! All I think!! I think so!!!
“Yes we do”, it responds, “ESP’s our MO.”
I then pose the question, “Are you friend or foe?”
It drones, “Let’s meet in the woods. Just follow our glow!”
I’m enraptured, intrigued, entranced, in a daze,
A lightshow backlights closed curtains, rivets my gaze.
I’m suffused with blue hues, pastel greens, purples, limes,
Tick-tocking so softly, twice the clock chimes.
In awe of the unknown, I lunge for the phone,
Press handset to ear, yet detect no dial tone,
I shout in the mouthpiece, “I can take this no more!”
The Voice in my mind says, “Egress your back door!”
Deadbolt clicks, doorknob rattles, all hinges creek,
Which way should I go, in our game, hide and seek?
Perched atop porch, my skyward stretch and a yawn,
Precede my two downward steps, my stroll across lawn.
I enter the woods, the nighttime chill’s everywhere,
Watch pale firefly flickers, both on land, in mid air.
Starlit sparkles above, twigs snap beneath feet,
I cannot help but wonder, whom on Earth I shall meet?
Looking skyward, I spot three disks, fly in formation,
They light up wood’s clearing, our shared destination,
Blue hues, pastel purples, all bathe the expanse,
Instinct warns I should flee, while I’ve still got the chance!”
Yet, Earth has no future, due to despots so manic,
They scare me more than ETs, ergo I don’t panic.
Silver saucers touch down, the pilots appear,
I approach, we shake hands, there’s no need for fear.
They’re large headed, gray skinned, but that’s not important,
It’s big thoughts that count, here, our behavior, comportment,
They seem to be stunned, by my no-nonsense amity,
As if fully expecting, a first contact calamity.
Our telepathic connection, our meld, mind to mind,
Greatly aids close encounters, of the third kind.
I feel just like Armstrong, who, need I remind,
Once took “one small step”, “giant leap for mankind”!
But our facial expressions, all the sudden, turn sad,
We’re all keenly aware, that my world has gone mad.
ETs tell me it’s too late, that needless to say,
Tyrants, who crave Armageddon, can’t stave off Doomsday!
ETs have heard about DT, they appraise him as dim,
Since they’ve seen Earth’s near future, they know that it’s grim.
Once this narcissist despot, anew*, world stage, encroaches,
He nukes the whole world! Sole survivors? Cockroaches!
ETs next make an offer, I cannot rebuff,
I can leave Earth, forever, avoid the times tough,
They plan to rescue ten thousand, save our helix double,
Transplant us light-years away, to a world free of trouble.
My thoughts? I’ll go gladly, the zillions of miles,
And this lights up our eyes, turns our frowns into smiles,
Here on Earth there are too few, who care about me,
So, off to distant stars, planets, is where I shall flee.
I enter their starship, we prepare for our flight,
They’ll provide all I need, I’ll be traveling light,
We lift off, zoom outward, soon Big Blue’s a mere dot,
I bid, “Farewell cruel world”, though I know it will not.
The starfield blurs brightly, as our ship starts to gleam,
As we attain speed of light, we become a light beam,
But the whiteness of linen, replaces white light,
Back in my bed, my dream dies, in the dark dead of night.
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