Fantastic Poem
This is a fantastic poem written by one of my friends:-
The Age Thou gavest, Lord, has ended -
Our sapience grew at Thy behest.
We’ve reached the goal that Thou intended,
Because our DNA’s the best.
Our sapience grew at Thy behest.
We’ve reached the goal that Thou intended,
Because our DNA’s the best.
Thy call required that we disbanded
Our frolics in the primal sea.
And when upon the beach we landed
We raised our fins in praise to Thee.
Poor in this world, yet still Thou took us
(Didst not disdain our single cell)
Though unexpected, we’re no fluke, us,
Planned and guided (can’t you tell?).
Come Lucy, Ida, Piltdown chorus!
Blessed be the genes that let you praise!
We precious primates, He’ll adore us,
Through earth’s eternal remade days.