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Sep 23
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?
Robert C Howard
Written by
Robert C Howard  Estes Park CO
(Estes Park CO)   
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