Poem -

Anthropocentrism Wreck Less Track Record

Anthropocentrism Wreck Less Track Record

while atop the surface of planet Earth humanity
all abustle skittering
to and fro, hither and yon
engaged in self important

activity yielding profits,
sans blood, sweat and tears won
full throttle industrial
manufacturers quaking unstoppably
only intermittently pausing,

where managers standing arms akimbo
asper quizzical looking hue cree ton
megaphone blaring orders to underlings
so "Boss" tweed can line pockets
for his/her daughter and/or son

Head Honcho most aggrieved,
when red ink doth run
undermining the bottom line,
thus farming out labor to distant places
(where wages

amount to pennies on the dollar)
locals such as Lake Woebegone, Qum, Timbuktu,
et cetera where pun
gnashing working conditions tantamount
to slave labor,

yet scare other options open
hence able bodied men,
women and children scramble,
despite back breaking

grueling physically
exhausting grunt job accepting second to none
with nary any rest for weary
long as workweek includes a mon

day, where bloodied bare hands claw
purported Mother lode
with feigned frenzied zest
enterprise bolstered

via executive bank ministers
financing lucrative scheme
attended to by majordomo
attired in expensive vest
corporate investment project elicits
quaffing, imbibing, and chugging elixir

produced from heavily guarded recipe
qua electric kool aid acid test
where coeval business men/women rest
assured bonanza forecast upon

former green acres hiding treasured quest
marginally concerned such nettlesome
pillaging, ravaging, torturing ranks
wealth driven vanity as deleterious pest

shortsighted exploitation
money making embarkation
glorified as investment nsync to feather nest
retirement funds despite
leaving the environment messed
up, whereby future generations saddled with

poorly bandaging gentrifying, resuscitating
gaping wounds upon Gaia at best
shortening quality of life
for all (poetry) Earthlings aye attest.

 

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