Tuesday, May 19, 2015


            One hundred years from now, where will we be,
            Or will we human beings be at all?
            With progress moving exponentially,
            Will we have grown wise or hit a wall?

            Our future now is clearly in our hands,
            And woe to all if we miscalculate
            By overtaxing Earth with our demands
            So total decimation is our fate.

            How then are we to make our next advance
            In sapience, that trait for which we’re named,
            That’s now imperative and our last chance
            To save this world or be forever blamed—

                 If there are even others who may judge,
                 And if there are, could they give us a nudge?