Imagine if you will, the earth, our earth As a gigantic Savings and Loan With vaults to be filled and 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 when the Bank of Gaiea Shutters its doors forever?