He crawls from his ship.
Short, grey, and big black eyes.
His ship in terrible condition, shot down by the enemy.
The enemy of him and of us.
Defeated them before he fell to the Earth.
He tries to find shelter, some help of the locals.
He needs his wounds healed.
A dark car pulls up and two men get out.
Both men dressed in black, head to toe.
He gets picked up and thrown into the car.
He is dying and they do not help him.
He saved our home from potential destruction.
In return, he is placed onto an examination table.
His sight fades as they put a mask over his mouth.
He ventures off to sleep and never wakes up.
He is not the only one who died like this.
Our eyes might never see the truth.
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