The primitive Pithecanthropus erectus,
With whom the ethnologists rightly connect us,
Defended his own
By cudgel and stone.
Why isn’t our ancestor here to protect us?
The arrogant Pithecanthropus erectus,
Whose traits, through inheritance, deeply affect us,
Was sure it was good
To grab all he could,
Like some of his offspring whose morals deject us.
The ape-man Pithecanthropus erectus
Has many descendants prepared to dissect us.
With them, might is right,
And if we can’t fight,
There’s nothing at all will make them respect us.