Even if we suppose their
financial power has almost won
the struggle for World domination
with their growing consumer hordes
all trapped in lifelong debt to their
bankers' credit-vending persuasion
to addict the 7 billion + population,
when this ravaged global biosphere
finally collapses under their
growing mass of pollution,
no amount of money
will save anyone
haunted by inevitable death
we are driven by survival instinct
to overpopulate, explore and conquer,
build empires and blindly pollute,
proclaiming our social distinction
while we poison this living Earth,
plunging its weather cycles
toward ecocide and

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