The human race over-estimates it's importance
From mountain top to jungle glade
We think we own this earth
As we wear our mantle self-made
Our shining crown of supremacy
Is worn with self-illusion
We have an explanation for everything
But just drown in our own confusion
We announce our own cleverness
With self congratulatory prizes and gongs
Place our intellect on a high pedestal
Not in the place where it belongs
We know nothing at all
As in our infancy awaking
And all of the troubles on this earth
Are of our own self-making
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think the world could manage quite well without us Paul, after all we haven't always been here. Well written.