Alien Vote

by Robin B. Lipinski

"A show of aura please."
Rings of blue zyn energy pulsed.
The minds aligned.
A tie of conjecture.

"Again there is trouble; open now the box of ancestors."
Sparks attacked the zyn shadow,
The minds were shocked.
It was ready now this forum of elders…
"A show of aura please."

By one strand, one tiny strand of wild zyn energy
So tiny in the grand picture of the Universe
Escaping the battle between the 'box of ancestors' and the zyn shadow,
The vote was cast, tallied, and balanced,
Tilting towards the final answer…

"So it is and will be."
Auras dimmed, the ships departed.
Ideas turned to vote to decision to…
Yes,
to war.

The end of another planet decided, resulting from the vote of those superior in knowledge,
"Adios, you people of Earth."

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