Superiority Complex Poem by Sandra Feldman

All things are of interest,
From the fragile ant that carries,
A crumb of bread that has fallen,
And is bigger than herself,
To the vast, infinite Universe,
Whose hidden meaning, so far,
Has been more or less a guess.

Who are we to destroy, plunder?
Things, we surely did not make,
We, who are but dirt and thunder,
Yet, still think, we are so great,
We should be quite a bit humbler,
And respect each living gift,
And take care of all the wonders,
This great Earth has yet to give.