waiting for an end
to this World of
ecocidal humanity,
several billion
capital investors
completely involved
in grandiose schemes
of exploding wealth
ignore words of warning
as thousands of landfills
grow into mountains,
the ocean swirling
into a plastic soup,
oxygenating forests cut
as smoke and fumes
contaminate the air,
even now when this
infested biosphere
reacts globally with
plague, drought, tornado,
flood and ice age winter
to starve and slow
the hordes of vermin,
we mutate and grow,
but we're all so human
only a few of us are
brave enough to know.

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