DEAD-END HARVEST

Capital investors
seem always happy
expanding forever to grow
thousands of millionaires
from ever more billions
of ad-driven shoppers
who must endlessly spend
on their trendy distinction
and extend their credit
to Moon, Mars and stars
despite the forecast
of bio Earth strangling
on megaton waste,
their Market mania
to gamble for money
failing to comprehend
ecocide and extinction.




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