“Billion-Dollar Grave (The Sonnet) All our life we work hard to buy golden chains. With which we then bind ourselves. What's the point of living as fancy slaves? What will we do with our billion-dollar graves? We sit on our couch covering our eyes, Then we yell, why everything is so very dark! But no one hears for they are also shouting, Praying for a messiah to bring back life's spark. We've forged fascist fences out of all our gold, And have placed them as walls around us. Then we shout out - help, help, And beg to be saved by the universe! Greed of dollar is the toxic mold on the green of life. Life flourishes on moderation, not consumerist strife.”
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Giants in Jeans: 100 Sonnets of United Earth
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