by Nick Gisburne
Beyond the rings of Saturn, there we meet
The mighty vessel signals from afar
They understand our customs, how we greet
And quickly show us who and what they are
They tell of perfect worlds, beyond belief
Where poverty and war have disappeared
Of life without the misery of grief
A paradise, where death is never feared
Their mastery of space, learned long ago
Allows their kind to flourish and expand
Of Earth, we tell them all they wish to know
In partnership, we offer them our hand
They vanish, with a single, brief dispatch
“Your profile pains us. Sorry. Not a match.”
