The Changing of the GuardA Poem by David Lewis PagetThey
had briefed us out by Sirius Before
the stellar war When
the Rogons and Teresans Blasted
atoms at the core; And
the by-station called Sargon was Left
glowing in the night As
a lesson to us Lidyans: ‘Defy
us - and we fight!’ It
was known among the planets Scattered
twenty parsecs wide, That
the distant planet Akron Was
abysmal in its pride, Our
infiltrators were Germals, And
they told us, without doubt, That
the scientists on Akron Were
about to blast them out! They
had built some great contrivance In
a country known as France, Blasting
protons at each other Just
to see if they could dance, But
the chance of anti-matter being Spawned
is our concern, We
could travel there to stop them, Or
just watch their planet burn. They’re
like children in a playpen Thinking
everything is fine, And
they nod and smile at danger Like
a strange but new-laid wine, But
they have no understanding When
they try to act like God, That
creating anti-matter would Destroy
the earth they trod. And
the blast would take their planet, And
the blast would take their moon, It
would spread out on its violence in One
single afternoon, It
could gobble up the planets That
revolved around their sun, And
feeding on the solar rays Might
take out everyone! We
turned our battle-fleet to course On
through the universe, Engaged
the ion drive and set The
warp to speed our force, We
knew we had to navigate Out
through the Hellyan Maze And
that some would never make it, Though
our years would pass as days! It
must be two thousand years since we Had
visited them last, Found
the people raw and primitive, No
sense of peace, nor class, So
we trained a City State the use Of
armies, skilled and hard, And
we left them there, the Romans As
the one Praetorian Guard! But
the Germals lived beside them And
they measured every move, Would
report at each millennium If
things did not improve, Then
they built this great Collider With
their puny science skills, And
they laughed at the doomsayers, said: ‘It’s
ignorance that kills!’ So
we’re coasting in there slowly now And
through the Milky Way, A
thousand nuclear battlecraft, There’s
not much more to say; We
must, before their folly Leaves
them permanently scarred Make
our way to planet Akron For
the Changing of the Guard! David
Lewis Paget © 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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