How will we be, Homo the sapient,
When we at last have grown wholly wise—
When what’s implicit’s clearly evident,
With nothing latent still to realize?
That is a time the world is yearning for,
So long the victim of our ravages,
When it no longer must decry, deplore
A species of such reckless savages.
If Homo sapiens sapiens can add one more
Degree of sapience, that Paradise
Whose loss our scriptures taught us to deplore
May reappear, when we’ve at last grown wise.
The second coming of perfection waits
Until our savage recklessness abates.