Another Question

Does anyone know
how to get through
to all humans who
instinctively grow
wherever they go
so whatever they do
their dreams are aglow
with the bold and new
science to help them grow
billions like me and you
into this ecocidal brew,
this globally warming flow
of toxic industrial spew --
though a corporate view
is when ego instigates ego
they explore, invent and connive
to compete, merge and thrive
by putting on a good show
to make the money grow
and financially arrive
feeling forever alive
all so busy on-the-go
the privileged few
are rolling in dough,
til the people shout "Whoa!" --
if any survive to do so.

next poem
previous poem
Consecutive Index page 4, 3, 2, 1
Alphabetical Index page 1
Back to Contents
Angelfire Home Pages
Absolute Background
Textures Archive

John Talbot Ross