We’re not dead yet, although we weren’t wise.
We made our cities grow beyond control,
created business body with no soul,
threw airplanes packing virus in our skies.
The pessimists exhibit no surprise;
the cheerful try yet sighing to console –
We’re not dead yet.

We teeter on the cusp of the demise
of systems good for few exploiting whole
communities. The autocrats cajole
as if we’re listening to their replies.
We’re not dead yet.