With ever more addiction
humanity is now so corrupted
by growth-obsessive profiteering
on Nature's balance so disrupted
weather extremes now appearing
rescue life from total extinction,
an otherwise inevitable end.

Our problem is mad
that way too much
of every good thing
turns it all bad.

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