There’s over 7 billion of them
Floating on a rock through space
What they call home is spinning at a speed of a thousand miles per hour
Nothing but a small particle of dust in the universe
They have an average of 46 chromosomes
Two less than the common potato
If their sun exploded
Right now
They wouldn’t even know
For another eight minutes
Good thing they don’t know
There are are about forty super-volcanoes
Capable of wiping out up to a billion of them
Twenty-four thousand years overdue for an eruption
Their scientists have been able to explore less than ten percent of the
ocean
But they’ve managed to destroy most of what
they’ve found so far
Egos bigger than the planet they’re wrecking
Once upon a time
Not long ago
They started climbing trees
And then cut them
Found new land
And then burned it
Ninety-nine percent of all life forms
To have ever lived on their planet
Are now extinct
Wonder who will be next
Right now, the dead outnumber the living
Fifteen to one
All of the great kings
Who fought over this planet
Have since turned to dust
And soon enough
They will too
They can see less than one percent of the electromagnetic spectrum
And hear less than one percent of the acoustic spectrum
Yet it seems they’re still observing beautiful things
Nothing but a small particle of dust in the universe
Wonder if they ever feel small
But do they realise
There is nothing
Too small
Or too insignificant
To be alive for
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