That we are Homo sapiens sapiens named
Is something our behavior has disclaimed
And at the best is aspirational,
An accomplishment we’d deem sensational.
Meanwhile we muddle on through mist and haze
Far off from what may be our best of days
If we wise up and learn at last to claim
That wisdom doubly promised in our name.
Yet to do that, so much we’d need to change
And our priorities to rearrange
Because the values of the wise require
We live by more than whimsy and desire.
Compassion, fellow-feeling, leads the list:
What hurts you hurts your brother—so desist.