The Midwich Cuckoos

Blonde children thicken like weeds

In this most Aryan of gardens

Gamboling about naked as angels

Communicating with each other

In naked baby angel speak

Making adults do their bidding

Screaming bloody murder

Are they capable of it?

Be wary driving in the street

Wouldn't want to unwittingly

Break a bone or thin the herd

Or like gold feathered birds

They would descend for revenge
Calling on all those unborn
To join this miniature reich

A world quivering in their eyes

Just another ball to be thrown

With malice at a neighbour's door

Or bounced against the dry stone wall

Of religion, politics and other lies.

© shaun patrick green 2013