Burning for high-tech capital market expansion
upon this normally cooling and shrinking planet
yet still evolving as our living biosphere Earth
where all life is born to grow instinctively,
with war as our radical balance of predation
macho humans grow rampantly in every direction,
their ego dreams of endless new exploration
crushed as billions caught in money addiction
squeeze out every last dollar they're worth
til the wilderness is a dim recollection
and our growing mass of pollution
gestates our own extinction ---
unless a business reformation
carefully re-directs that instinct
to safely recycle our waste materials
and by gently planning each family
transform this over-population
into an evergreen civilization.

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