NEMEROV 2014 #11
EXIT STAGE LEFT
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.