The Monkey Is a Primate

Did the monkey learned to speak, through the passing of the years; And is the jackal still there laughing while the dove does cry its tears. It's said our axle is off balance, as we spin out of control And the elements are angry but the monkey doesn't know. Collecting his bananas; does the primate suits his needs while the eagle watches from above as he feeds on excess greed. The beings of the universe have argued from the start they say the monkey of the planet will break the makers heart. They call the planet mother but tit seems the infant suckled not And does the monkey lack convictions; and his collections soon may rot. Is it we who like the monkey, that takes so little care with no thought for tomorrow, will we leave the planet bare. It all seems but relativity where what is now may someday be imploded back into its self but like the monkey we don't see.