Poor Humans

What is the purpose of our existence? Do we even have a shred of time to ruminate? Why do we fight or wage a war? Gods have gifted us this life probably assuming, we are the most intelligent creatures, They must be repenting by now, We are so indulged in greed that we could even commit any barbaric act just to fulfill our desires, "Human" emanates from humanity, but they both have no co-relation, Nations fighting each other, people killing each other, Hostility abounds, Camaraderie is nowhere to be seen, Power and money is on our head, Can we change now? We can save us by ourselves. Time is running out, Let us introspect and act!