Friday, October 17, 2014

NEMEROV 2014 #11


    Although the odds must be there’s life elsewhere
    Within the vastness of this cosmic realm,
    And this experiment is far from rare,
    We’d better keep a tight grip on the helm
    To guarantee this planet isn’t wracked
    By our greedy, imperious negligence,
    Because it seems the odds are steeply stacked
    Against our unevolved intelligence.
    Therefore, we need to take the greatest stride
    We can toward our incipient sapience,
    That trait for which we’re named, still unapplied,
    But now imperative for our defense.
         There may be life elsewhere, but what a waste
         For us to leave this cosmic stage disgraced.