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We rob our world to make Things we don’t need. We make what brings us gain Not what we are in need of. We discard into our world What we don’t need. To move to the next thing That we don’t need. We define ourselves by The stuff which crams our days Till we end up choking On the glut which clogs our lives. We push abundance to lead To yet more abundance. We build, spread, expand Constantly, ceaselessly. Why can we not re-imagine needs And see in slow contentment A quiet path away from This exhausting growth. |
