Behind The Placid Mask Of The Starlit Cosmos

Behind the placid mask of the starlit cosmos
 or underneath the messy stars
 scattered on the canvas of night
 Someone is victim of the vision
 of suspicious forms skulking in the sky
 They came, and will come again
 Them, the unknown, the alien,
 aboard their huge spaceships
 Illuminating infinity
 Perhaps are we only a subspecie,
 an uncommon subject of scientific
 experiences on earth's vast laboratory?
 Many humans have ever been kidnapped and examined
 Are they the odd gods our ancestors once revered?
 The sowers of our primitive civilizations?
 Or merely witnesses of our self-destruction?
 They have probably paced the earth
 from a pole to the other ...
 What lecagy remains of them
 on this huninged sphere?
 Our ridiculous selfishness
 made us believe we were
 the only life form in the Universe
 To me, it's crystal clear we are not...
 Cyborgs we already are
 alloys of flesh and synthetic matters
 Half-robots, half-humans
 with our prosthesis and implants
 Polluting our environment to sterilize it
 Qui sait si nous ne sommes pas des monstres
 nous qui distillons nos emotions pour les vendre?
 Those interdimensional travellers
 May be afraid of our madness.
 Only when they'll land to stay
 shall we at last realise the truth...