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Hurtling Through Space


Well here we are, the human race,

Quite unaware we’re hurtling through space,

Out of control destroyer of the universe,

Teetering on the brink, about to tip into the pit,

Killing the world that sustains us.

Just who do we think we are?


Tin gods, rusted, crusted, know it alls.

God forgive us, lead us, show us right from wrong

Because when all is said and done

We are nothing, lower even than the larvae

Of a blue-arsed fly*. Help us O Lord and open our eyes

That we may see our effect on nature ever more clearly.


©Denise G Allen, 07 June 2014 12:49

27 Sep 2012 … The first evidence for the metaphorical ‘blue-arsed fly’ in the OED’s entry comes from a 1970 quote attributed to the Duke of Edinburgh.