Conflict is on the horizon, moving ever closer toward us.
Our being a peace-loving people does not mean that we are weak and ineffectual. Yet, by comparison to the powers that are soon to be, we shall constitute their easiest prey. We are no match for their kind. What is this alien force - so fearsome, so implacable - that marches onward in such relentless, asymmetrical rhythm? I shudder that this uncommon and foreign meter shall bring Nemesis unfailingly to us, his quarry. My only palpable emotion at this time is convulsing fear - an unholy terror that engulfs every delectable morsel of many a quivering corpse. Corpses lusted after by a famished Martian megalopolis squatted illegally upon Earth. I do not doubt that the space pods have begun emerging elsewhere throughout our beloved planet, creating in all mankind the same horror that has gripped and shaken us.
That angry red dust enshrouding their military machine has reached us. It parches our throats, infiltrates our lungs. The carrying wind is bitter, it cuts deeply to the core. The descent and ascent of their chromatic war chant fills me with apprehension as I contemplate the formidable and merciless aspect of these damnable creatures, they who advance slowly but deliberately toward the termination of our race. I hear the brassy salvos of their ordnance. It is the protracted cacophony of mechanized warfare. Not a few of us chafed over the directives issued by our locally appointed commissioners. In the peaceful course of our long history as a republic, there were measures of redress. After all, we voted these men into office; we could vote them out. Today there is no comparable recourse in dealing with the Martians. They are incapable of showing mercy toward our weak, human ilk. By no stretch of the imagination could one attribute to these coarse and loathsome creatures any delicate sentiment characteristic of our gentler race. These Martians are scorpions - they are malefactors to the utmost degree.
Now extinguished friends had earlier tossed off the initial radio contact from the Martians as a higher power's benign interest in an inferior intelligence. Such fatuous naivete has cost us dearly.
If anyone out there is receiving this transmission, I beg you to guard your life and to safeguard your family. If possible, keep your humanity. Does the god of our forefathers still exist? If so, does he simply look on with detached indifference at the annihilation of his creation?
Damn the Martians ...