The spectacle of wreck that humans now direct
Upon the wonders of this planet Earth
To manufacture idiotic telephonic interchange,
Creates distress in some of us with dements
Who would prefer a wooly rhino that,
For a friend, fascinates, more than the common pussy cat.
Not that I disdain cats or dogs or bats or frogs,
But rhinoceri evokes a cry from that fatal final goodbye,
While cats combat in ferocity, immensely talented
To multiply so easily, to affect me somewhat queasily.
Scarcities of unique species, beyond us, can justify some fuss.
Albino rhinos and those much hairier are not discovered in every area.
While arcane weathers plus our careless military generates a sense of wary
Where negativities riot within the drives of human enterprise.
A shift out to the stars seems far more unlikely than the drive for Mars,
But even Mars is problematical for guys somewhat less fanatical.
Cows need grass and lions do with an occasional zebra or two
From necessities unavoidable out of their design, but corkscrew intents
That drive events through monetary fascinations infect our kind
In financial terrain to reveal convoluted distortion of the human brain.
Energy, curiosity, and care for each other are our primal gain.
Life commands, demands survival, not destructive golden subversion
Which holds a yellow curse to corrode the mother lode
Of why and how we seem to exist with vicious tendencies to explode.
That flight to Mars inspires indulgences of cigars, fantasies
Of rocket driven easy chairs, ignores our essential stuff of Earth.
Mars is gifted with red dry dusty death, airless for breath, radiation far beyond
Anything a welcome destination should contain, to offer escapes from stupid pain.
Woven tapestries of our construction are the intricates of all the ways
That DNAs display to fit together integrations with the interlays
Of offerings from ecology. Our configurations are specific in interplays
That dance with chance and offerings out of what our planet grants.
Right here is where we most belong, where we fit, and that’s the total truth of it.
Scattering from shattering what makes this Earth so great is cowardly retreat.
Here is where there’s air and love, more water than we deserve, and still a lot to eat.
The problem’s not the planet, it’s clearly us, that in our weird fantasies disagree
With the fundamental need to behave, embrace the obvious necessity
To grasp that rhinoceroses, penguins and polar bears have rights, this place is also theirs.
We human monkeys must back away to give them room to live and stay
Or everything will simply go away.