Are we a pestilence or are we angels
Did we come here to destroy, or save?
We, the creatures who defined the angles
Between the stars, and sailed the ocean wave
Are we much mightier than the fruit flies?
Than all the creatures free in forest shade? 
Are we constructing such elaborate murals
That we can’t see our own reflections fade?
We came from dust, to dust we shall return
Let’s not drag all other life inside our urn.