One More Question Macho men beget billions who shop and dump millions of tons of sludge and trash on this slowly shrinking mass of polluted planet Earth for every dollar it's worth to that wealthy upper class who welcome every birth as another source of cash, but however they arrange all corporations linked, this biosphere is hash, so can they wisely change before the final crash or stupidly go extinct by denying this one voice, amid the mass exchange, could be a rational choice?

next poem previous poem Consecutive Index page 4, 3, 2, 1 Alphabetical Index page 2 Back to Contents Angelfire Home Pages Absolute Background Textures Archive John Talbot Ross