Technology sits on the highest tower
And smarts prevail at every single place,
The petri dish grows within the hour
And we, so mighty, are the human race.
As our inventions pile far and wide,
Supply decreases, not like our demand.
Our temperature increases like the tide,
Our blood doth boil throughout all the land.
If we were to step back and take a look
At how we acted way back in the past,
We’d stop our babbling, like that of a brook,
And cease our bickering ways, so quick, so fast.
If one stares blankly at, above, the stars,
You’ll find you’re smaller than you think you are.