Having eavesdropped on their alien babbling,
We’ve known to reach the stars was man’s desire,
But long dismissed their science as feeble dabbling
(Compared to ours, akin to taming fire).
If ignorance is bliss, then let’s admit it:
We considered them ripe for conquest, if at all,
But today their scientists declared “We did it!”
And that’s why I demand we build a wall.
A poem incorporating 5 random words: ALIEN, BABBLING, BLISS, DESIRE, RIPE