THERE’S HOPE

    The way we human beings are designed
    Affords us both the latitude of mind
    As well as altitude of consciousness
    To help our special species to progress.

    There’s something we seem destined to become
    That, even though our future now seems glum
    Because of all our waywardness so far,
    Making our reckless history bizarre,

    There’s yet a hope we’ll reach maturity
    By cultivating wisdom that can free
    Our minds to recognize what serves all best,
    For only that way may our kind be blessed.

         Though Homo sapiens sapiens now is bent,
         We’ll straighten up, becoming sapient. 

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