Look at them all down there.
Like little ants they scurry
Run to and fro
Dash here and there
Do what they do without any care

They seem quite contentious
Think the world is against them
Argue, debate
Destroy and create
Success has made them pretentious

The more that they know
The less that they think
No need to read
If it’s on the TV
Who cares if the synapses slow?

Day by day, and night by night
Complacency dulls them
Next thing you know
There’s no room to grow
And nothing to do except fight.

The earth seems a star as the fires all burn
And everything’s tumbling down
Both pious and liars
Burn in their own fires
There’s a lesson, but who’s left to learn?

Look at them all down there.
But, what’s that, you say?
Nothing but rust
And mad dancing dust
Choking the dysphoric air?

Everything was ruined so fast
Slow as it all was to build
Ironic that bombs
Made everything calm
And brought the world to peace at last.

But if you look you can still see some men
Hiding and biding in their caves
One day they’ll be thrilled
To emerge and rebuild
Just to ruin it all once again.