We float in spheres of loneliness
On pancake-branes so numerous.
Viewing down a sky-bound 'scape,
A microbial colony of working ape.
Trying to better our genetic canvass --
Or, devolving into primitive madness.
Schizophrenic species of love and hate
That builds, creates and burns to berate.
Our children the elders must engage,
To cool the world of its bubbling rage....
Copyright © Tom Arnone | Year Posted 2016