This is a Shakespearean sonnet about the limits of technology.
They say Cortez was bold enough to sail,
Against the orders that his leader gave;
According to the myths that still prevail,
The natives saw their god and were enslaved.
If other-worldly beings landed near,
Would we revere the aliens as gods?
If they had tech to make us quake with fear,
Could they control us all with magic prods?
We mustn’t worship those with higher tech,
We shouldn’t act with awe and, gaping, drool;
We’d need to analyze their goals and check,
To see if they would treat us like a fool.
Amoral tech may not deserve respect,
For it can ruin planets when unchecked.
(written November 2019)