QUANDARY When venture capitalism loots a careless economy on the sick body of Earth and instant commercialism trades a bogus harmony on children at birth, may this wiser holism call it the enemy of all we are worth. By exposing a truth not lost in truisms pandered by a pope, these poetic remedies, analytic and terse, give universal scope to inform venality its reflex tribalism is damning the verse to a cursed reality of species insanity, brutal and perverse. We survive by breath of moral practicality, the afterlife seen real as daydreams burst and we long for a rest, so why rush to deal in the crooked banality of competitive stress after finding out first that transcendent death is soon to reveal no need for excess?

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