It's not that I ever had much respect for these nearly hairless
Simian sorts.  Humans are stupid.  That's plain to see.  A species
Which runs willy-nilly in herds, far more concerned with what
Might be lost than anything it would stand to gain, they cringe
And mutter.  They beg to be saved, drawing close to "big men"
Who have promised protection, even as they rob their followers
Blind.  A leader of substance, a Jesus or Gandhi, an ML King
or Malcolm X, quickly is murdered.  They offered hope, 
And hope, the panicky simians fret, is something corrosive,
A dangerous thing, and, thus, the night of human existence
Draws on.  A Breugelish nightmare engulfs us:  wars against
Innocents, refugees drowning, children starving, cities
Destroyed, as these pitiful creatures retreat to their herds,
Hands on their ears, saying certainly, stupidly, that what
Once was, whether or not it was, is what's best.  They are 
Valueless things.