she says ‘this species doesn’t know itself,
it stamps around like an arrogant child, 
tiny, lonely and rarely humble in our miniscule 
perspective, 
swilling in a self assured perception, 
much of which is flawed, 
and most of which could be improved on, 
amazingly we’re still hoping, amazingly we’re still 
hoping.

and underneath we’re writhing, as hopeless fights with 
dreaming, as pointless tackles vision, as focus dilutes 
screaming

the men are still all squabbling, 
like hyenas on a carcass, 
while science cries a blind spot, they still shit in 
every corner, drunk on definition, of stagnant lack of 
vision, 
responsibility avoided, 
justified by faulty reason, made up while on the 
playground 
and lollypop rewarded like a tv cowboy coup, 

and underneath.....

amazingly we’re still hoping
for various and sundry, 
suprisingly still faithful, displayed collective 
longing 
for peaceful and fulfillment, for practical and useful, 
collective loving kindness, the paths and how to get 
there, existential beyond messianic 
where everyone's a profit and ignorance is cured

and underneath....