Can the Earth be anything more
than a self-consuming biosphere
of short-lived creatures who
suffered ever worsening
competitive slaughters
and now finish with
amassing populations
of high tech predators
who dump everything
on this dying planet,
my life and words
lost amid billions
all born with
and driven by
And yet when we
love and help
each other
it is more.

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