The way we human beings are designed
Affords us both the latitude of mind
As well as altitude of consciousness
To help our special species to progress.
There’s something we seem destined to become
That, even though our future now seems glum
Because of all our waywardness so far,
Making our reckless history bizarre,
There’s yet a hope we’ll reach maturity
By cultivating wisdom that can free
Our minds to recognize what serves all best,
For only that way may our kind be blessed.
Though Homo sapiens sapiens now is bent,
We’ll straighten up, becoming sapient.