As we have found outThe age old question is answered!
We are not alone.
Yet this is no comfort
For both possibilities were equally terrifying
What might these aliens be like?
Are they friend or foe?
Or, perhaps, we are but ants to them?
And if these aliens have fallen from glory,
what will our fate be?
How long will our ascendance last,
If we even rise at all?
to both our joy and sorrow
A busy galaxy
History never endsFirst contact comes
Chronicling of history
All over again
a song we once heard said
it is not even past.
The answer to your questions as best(my rhyme broke down halfway through, unfortunately)
Communication
Will it, once willed, bring illumination
Or consternation?
Extraterrestrial friends? Or foes?
Weaklings or stout hosts?
Data transferring
Numbers tumbling 'cross void, not now empty
But all ending, rest
coming when something is answering, now
All left is reply.
as we can determine so far is yes.
The unfortunate thingWhen the second contact came
They shall seek peace
We're not alone anymore!
We must stand and join together!
Together, we must make them as friends
By not being an enemy.
about friendship is that
it takes at least two
Events have caused usContact with another brings
one’s own station into perspective,
more sharply showing fault,
what one lacks and what one is yet to reach;
yet this meeting will not only bring
uncertainty, for onwards from the fault
between one and another, a new perspective
puts the unimaginable within reach.
to think much on perspective
Another song still unsung