That humankind’s not often very kind
Nor, for that matter, notably humane
Suggests a flaw in how we are designed:
A natural tendency to go insane.
What other could account for all our wars
Now verging on a nuclear holocaust,
Which anyone of rectitude deplores,
Knowing our whole species would be lost.
No God will save us from insanity;
It’s only we, who if we can mature
In time, may rectify humanity
And help a healthy planet to endure.
Perhaps, then, visitors from outer space
Will come to honor such a gracious race.