Saturday, June 20, 2015


               As warped and wayward as humanity
               Can be, too smart sometimes for our own good,
               Our mind in service to insanity,
               Incapable of reckoning as it should,

               What might have been this planet’s paragon,
               The pinnacle of evolution’s thrust
               As measured by intelligence, not brawn,
               Has proved exemplary in quenchless lust.

               If there’s still hope we may at last grow wise
               Before we’ve ruined our rare habitat,
               Then our sad race will finally realize
               Each one must be a true aristocrat,

                    Which means we’re ruled by only what is best:
                    To master this is our most urgent test.