So are we only
a few thousand
perceptive minds
amid growing billions
of consumers trapped
in money addiction
to commercial ads
that grow an economy
that blindly dumps our
growing mass of waste
in global ocean and sky
over mountains of landfill,
then blank dismay
at ecocide and
the Cosmos finally
rid of us forever
with a huge comet
headed our way?

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