Tuesday, August 7, 2012


     Though curiosity may kill a cat,
     And many a human has discovered that
     Poking our noses into mysteries
     Precipitates unreckoned miseries,
     The boldest of our kind are still inclined
     To scratch what irritates an itching mind,
     And if that means we send a probe to Mars,
     A long step toward exploring distant stars,
     Then we’ll apply our ingenuity
     To gratify that curiosity.

     If only we might be as curious
     About what makes our kind so furious
     Right here on Earth, and learn to quell our rage,
     Not worship Mars but start the Aquarian Age.