Poetry In Motion

Mr. Immigration Officer, I am not an Alien,
I am your fellow well-known homo sapien.
So why are you complaining about my origin?
On this planet I am a real aborigine.

Why are you looking at my beautiful skin
As if it is something you've never seen?
You say I'm loud-mouthed and arrogant.
Yes, I've got to correct whoever is ignorant.

I'm a citizen of this planet of ours.
Journeying here took me just a few hours.
I did not have to travel at the speed of light,
Or is this plane like a UFO in your sight?

Ah-ha, that's good, now you've come to know
That we're all humans who need to outgrow
Our prejudices and learn to live in harmony.
So thanks, Officer, and here I come, Germany.

Mr. Immigration Officer,
Looking both sweet and bitter.
Why do you pry into my eyes?
See, my papers tell no lies.
Is it because my eyes are brown?
Or do I look to you like a clown?
Why do you wince and grimace,
Checking my skin, checking my face?
Now, your colleagues call me an alien,
Whereas like you I'm a homo sapien.
We live the same life in death and birth,
We get sustenance from the same breathe.
If you call me an alien,
Me, a fellow homo sapien,
Then what will you call a visitor from Mars,
Or from one of the distant stars?