On Humanity

Funny bunch of apes, humanity

Limited to one tiny planet, see

Afraid of nothing, except their gods

Forever fighting over their sods

Eating all that walked or crawled

While their ugly cities sprawled

Always reaching for Promethean flame

When nukes went awry themselves to blame

One second clamoring for human rights

The next beating folks to pulp in fights

But possessed of a unique kindness

That almost makes up for their blindness

We tried to help them with our probes

But couldn’t reach their frontal lobes

In the end we left them to their lot

Except for drunken crashes on their spot

But if their problems resolve they should

We’ll welcome them in galactic brotherhood

Teach them how to in the cosmos thrive

And how they may these saucers drive

Wagering on their chances is quite nifty

The odds currently stand at fifty-fifty