Too many people—broken, bent and marred—
Inhabit this poor planet—lost, ill-starred,
And fated for implosion, not by nature
But by the ravages of its own creature.
Implicit in the course of evolution,
Humanity was destined for confusion—
Too fallible in its rapacious drive,
Too complex and too potent to survive.
It seemed at first the noblest species yet,
But proved in folly nature’s gravest threat:
Its intellect, inflamed by lust for power,
Preening itself, made other species cower.
The second time around, nature may seek
A different principle: Exalt the meek.