Amid the wandering humanity

There is so much vanity

Holding onto what we adore

There’s no space to store

Other creatures have more unity

Unlike the wandering humanity

We bow to the heavens

Yet we point our weapons

From the sky, we can’t escape

It’s always the same color and shape

Wherever we choose to wander

It reminds us to stop and ponder

The wanderings of great kings

In search of valuable things

Are part of humanity’s pedigree

They need not become the destiny