One More Question

Macho men beget billions
who shop and dump millions
of tons of sludge and trash
on this slowly shrinking mass
of polluted planet Earth
for every dollar it's worth
to that wealthy upper class
who welcome every birth
as another source of cash,
but however they arrange
all corporations linked,
this biosphere is hash,
so can they wisely change
before the final crash
or stupidly go extinct
by denying this one voice,
amid the mass exchange,
could be a rational choice?

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