We harness the white light that streaks from clouds
That slices through atmosphere to strike at
A ground that cannot prepare for the sting –
Picture the Earth jumping under the shocks
Raining down from clouds and all over it
We tiny parasites on Earth’s surface
Have harnessed the might of the shocks to make
An enlightened age of automated
Convenience, allowing us parasites
To contemplate a life on another
Planet, and to order food with a click
We tiny parasites on Earth are tool
Masters, of our domain there is little
That we aren’t able to put to work
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