We think we can have the last laugh

Can leave everything broken

With war, crime, and dope

With little to no possibility of hope

Great civilisations were buried

Conquers and emperors faded into obscurity

Yet, the delusion of a privileged position

Lure us to be momentary masters of the creation

We are not the centre of life

Neither the guardian of any being

But a mote of dust

On a small stage in a vast cosmos

All we need is a world of love

And stop all the horror and gore, because

The world doesn’t need us

But we need the world.