Imagine if you will, the earth, our earth
As a gigantic Savings and Loan
With vaults to be filled, loans to float
And debts to be paid - or else!
All we require to breathe or feed
Is stored within its spherical shell.
Like it or not, we stash all our accounts
At the solitary bank of all that is
And queue before the window daily
To withdraw our daily sustenance.
But the drawers are not as full as before -
Less water, less oil, less breathable air;
How we will keep our bros (or ourselves)
When the shelves have little to offer?
Hurricanes howl and wildfires crackle
Just outside our windows.
Do we flee, must we fight,
Do we lose all, or perish?
What will we do if the Bank of Gaia
Closes its doors forever?
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 10:15 AM UTC
Imagine if you will, the earth, our earth
As a gigantic Savings and Loan
With vaults to be filled, loans to float
And debts to be paid - or else!
All we require to breathe or feed
Is stored within its spherical shell.
Like it or not, we stash all our accounts
At the solitary bank of all that is
And queue before the window daily
To withdraw our daily sustenance.
But the drawers are not as full as before -
Less water, less oil, less breathable air;
How we will keep our bros (or ourselves)
When the shelves have little to offer?
Hurricanes howl and wildfires crackle
Just outside our windows.
Do we flee, must we fight,
Do we lose all, or perish?
What will we do if the Bank of Gaia
Closes its doors forever?
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