From primal ooze they say we came
That cells congealed to form a brain
And since…the world’s not been the same
For those first several million years
We hid in caves to quell our fears
Protected there, we persevered
To our lot we resolved.
Then we began to sharpen stones
And tie them tight to sticks and bones
To the ends of staffs… which then were thrown
We soon learned of our might.
It wasn’t till these tools we made
That man, the hunter, found his place
Then soon the warrior was embraced
And found a cause to fight.
In all those years that went before
There was no strife or need for war
Then greed and skill with weapons bore
O’er battlefields we trod.
To justify the path we’d laid
The lives we took by gun and blade
To lead us in a world crusade
We so created God.
We offered our prayers up to Him
That war in His name, we should win
That He absolve us of all sin
At our communion feast.
But victory did not bring us calm
It brought, instead, human aplomb
With brain and hands…we built the bomb
And said it would bring peace.
The world is better now, I think
Since humankind became extinct
And rat and cockroach rule the stink
Of what we once called “Earth.”
Our spirits roam the starry plains
Reflecting back from whence we came
But cannot overcome the shame
And thus, defy rebirth.
It begins again in primal ooze…
W. Dean Carrier