Sipping champagne at 30.000 feet,
Fangs and claws can never reach us.
No longer fearing the beast,
War and famine spills from our hands.
Are we just,
Monkeys with guns and spaceships,
Calling a tiny speck of dust home.
They say,
Get yours before it's too late.
Dining on desire,
We decide.
Astronauts or soldiers.