I don’t know what to do about
The coming of our conclusion.
But I hope it gets here fast;
Before we turn the Earth
Into a roaming ghost, stiff
and black drifting thru
the expectant void.
I have seen them take away
The blood in massive tanks of gold.
Soul-blind people with their
Heart closed minds,
fists in the clouds
claiming the sky owes them.
They do not understand
the economy of their corruption.
How they will be left to deal with
the great karmic fire that is the
soul of the World.
And those of us, with minds
For our hearts, will be left to
wander this vast, splendid
planet like it was an exalted
new day.