Planets dont think

Planets don't think
Planets don't feel
But the planet's on the brink
Of a threat that's real

Is it astounding that in all of humanity
We have uncovered some simply remarkable philosophy
The intricacies of our symphonies are sumptuous to sample
But a mystery that's mist to me is mostly this example

How could we humans, who we agree are filled with cultures
Not realise or hypothesise that we are simply vultures
We make towers with rocks and flowers that are not ours to flex our powers
Without question or confession for this obsession to remould earth and it's possessions
Though some seek to shine a light on the finite-ness of our plight
We amplify and deify those who mystify this fight

We need to understand that we are guests (at best) of this land
That terra firma will rotate ever further even if it is unmanned
An argument with rocks is not a virtuous debate
I fear some folk wont stop to listen until the clock ticks too late

Planets don't think
Planets don't feel
Humanity is on the brink
And we don't believe it's real