We are just specks on a ball in space
Yet we think our actions some how run this place.
Trees, living organisms tower all around
We build things bigger them just to tear them down.
The smallest arachnid can hinder our fragile shell
Yet we send our youth to die amid a warring hell.
Our ideas are out growing our human form
We give ourselves freely to the devils storm.
We are guided by things unmeasured or seen
Like fear, hate, love, and especially greed.
We act surprised or mortified when people are killed
Somehow we forget the things we thought of to build.
Did we not think that evil would learn how to use technology
Or as we create, consequences of them are not wired in our biology.
For as a famous scientist did find, for every act
You better be ready for an equal yet opposite impact.
Yet we keep trying to find ways to make life easier
Is anyone seeing the opposite, for it is just getting busier.
We are just specks on this ball in space
Wondering when something much bigger will smack us in the face.