The War to End All Wars

Our final big war’s up ahead

For ending the sorrows and dread:

Then we’ll all feel alright

And no one will fight

Because everyone’s going to be dead. 

What a Piece of Work Is a Man!

 What a piece of work is a man!….And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

    —Hamlet (Act II, Scene 2)

 

Determined, he does what he must,

But some acts are not much discussed:

He makes earth combust,

He cannot adjust, 

And then he turns back into dust. 

“Crisis,” as in “Climate Crisis”

A “crisis” is an event 

In which chances for changes present; 

But doom’s course, we know,

Was set long ago,

And the outcome is fixed in cement.  

Extinction Taboo

It looks like we made a boo-boo 

Which landed us deep in doo-doo; 

Though most folks pooh-pooh,

We’ll soon go boo-hoo,

But saying so still is taboo.