Can we change our nature
fast enough to adapt
to the world we’ve created?
I think we’ll need to be
kinder.
Trouble is, we’re trapped
in the nature
we had to adapt to before—
a world of dread
that chance created.
It will soon be too late to
save ourselves, though we vow to be quiet,
changing our nature
from noisy and exploitative
to patient and polite.
The world we’ve created
might rest and heal,
but it’s mainly assholes who breed,
forcing our nature
to the world they’ve created.
