The Mind Creative
Tomorrow is the day of our freedom.
Tomorrow, we will be Martians,
the Martians. Tomorrow we shall take
over the planet.
Some among us are impatient, have
been impatient for weeks now, but
wiser counsel prevailed and we are
waiting. We have waited twenty years
and we can wait until the final day.
And tomorrow is the final day.
Tomorrow, at a signal, we will kill the
teachers and the other Earthmen
among us before we go forth. They do
not suspect, so it will be easy.
We have dissimulated for years now,
and they do not know how we hate
them. They do not know how
disgusting and hideous we find them,
with their ugly misshapen bodies, so
narrow-shouldered and tiny-chested,
their weak sibilant voices that need
amplification to carry in our Martian
air, and above all their white pasty
hairless skins.
We shall kill them and then we shall
go and smash the other dome so all
the Earthmen there will die too.
If more Earthmen ever come to punish
us, we can live and hide in the hills
where they'll never find us. And if they
try to build more domes here we'll
smash them. We want no more to do
with Earth.
This is our planet and we want no
aliens. Keep off!
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