We’re wired for the instant, the urgent, and the clear,
A rustle in the bushes, a shadow drawing near.
But climate’s slow crescendo, extinction’s quiet drum,
Just bounces off our cortex, leaves our instincts numb.

We’re masters of the moment, nimble, sharp, and sly,
Yet blind to crises looming as the decades slither by.
We guzzle ancient sunlight, drain rivers till they’re dry,
Barter futures for convenience, let tomorrow’s children cry.

We torch forests, poison seas, and darken the skies,
While soothing ourselves with daft techno-fix lies.
Why change our habits, why halt our reckless spree,
When gadgets promise miracles and green prosperity?

We cherry-pick our data, dismiss the rising heat,
Pretend extinction’s distant—a fate we’ll never meet.
Politicians bluster, corporations spin and stall,
While science shouts its warnings to a deaf and empty hall.

Confirmation bias blinds us, and splits us left and right,
We polish up denial, framing dangers out of sight.
No villain twirls a mustache as the world begins to fry—
Just billions chasing comfort while survival options die.

The dustbin of history is littered with the bones
Of empires that ignored the cracks in their own thrones.
We laugh at ancient folly, convinced we’ll break the chain,
Blind to fault lines deepening beneath our brittle reign.

So onward into chaos, we march with pompous pride,
A species crowned with intellect, and hubris as our guide.
For all our clever cunning and the myths we weave and roar,
We’re brilliant self-deluding fools—destroyers, nothing more.