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?

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