With Humankind in Mind
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


In space we land
So let's hold hands
Our race supreme
So wide and grand

We race with bands
The binds of time
Our race so bland
So pale and prime

Us primates plan
Oh humankind
Our lifes of man
We stride and shine

We smide our plans
And sheme to be
The utmost strand
Of all that's free