Mother

Terra is a Libra…

A set of scales,

Offset

From all the people

Living off it.

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Some delusional leaders,

And the wealthy that puppeteer them,

Seem to foolishly think,

Resources are unlimited

Purely from stripping the majority

Of what is earned in labor,

Creating the mirage of their limitless wealth

From the limited human flesh toiling:

Millions, billions, trillions a year?

Why surely the earth can replace

At the same post haste rate!

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Only it took her eons to form

Our paradise…

When will we care enough

To gratefully return the favor?

Or will she continue,

After her course rebalancing

Takes us out of the equation?

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Mother knows best!

So why are we still taking

More than we need

So the profiteers can itemize

Until the wells run dry?

Are their nests of squirreled away nuts,

Really worth the rest of us?

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Polls shifting,

Ice caps warm,

Still many products are sold +50% H2O…

Producing fungi to eat plastic,

Instead of forcing an industrial evolution…

No more creating jobs,

Just absolving them:

With machines that will take more billions of years deteriorating than dollars spent making them.

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Our Mother is a Libra,

We are the environmental hazard

Skewing the shared reality.