A little blue planet,
In a corner of the ‘Verse,
Filled with such beauty,
Such richness, such grandeur
Thrown at the mercy
Of bipeds who row.
Rows in the name of anything and everything
Rows by arms, rows by words
Rows that kill and maim
Rows that mean nothing in the grand scheme of things…
Makes one wonder, over all these rows,
Is it God we need, or an august Zoo keeper?