Our species is a blight
upon the planet’s health.
We ought to be ashamed;
we think we’re apex strong.

We couldn’t be less right,
who mined the earth for wealth,
who hoarded what we named
or killed it for a song.

We hunker day and night,
emerging in a stealth
foray to shop (inflamed
by news we fear a throng).

Of course we should be blamed;
our course has been all wrong.