EVOLUTION’S END

Call it the Fall, but somehow we are bent
To play the role of Earth’s chief malcontent;
We seem to be Earth’s cutting edge of change
While ruthlessly we rape and rearrange,
Shaping the planet to our fond desires
As envy, lust or greediness aspires.

Of all the changes we might hope to see
Affecting suffering Earth’s posterity,
The greatest effort and the one most kind
Would be an alteration in our mind,
For evolution on this planet means
More than the alteration of our genes:

Although to err is human, what’s more sane
Would be for us at last to grow humane.

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