The World from my Window Sill

I sit on my window sill,

And gazed at the world below me,

Polluted and dying, sickly and ill,

I feel regret and deep pity.

For the poor Earth below me. 

4.5 billion years, is what it takes,

For evolution's greatest mistake,

As it brough the human race, 

Upon the sickly, deathly ill,

World I gaze upon from my window sill.