In this world where we serve oblivion
    with a blind pride and sure conviction
    creating plans to land a man on Mars
    grandiose schemes to conquer the stars
    eyes on horizons ever further afield
    believing, to us the universe will yield.
    Yet here on Earth we fail to see
    a chaotic world of human debris,
    our magnificent results thus far
    a planet dying from a human scar,
    oblivious that our plans sublime
    are mere litter scattered in space and time.

  2. Ahhhh…. progress. We used to call such numbers “astronomical”. Today they’re merely economic.

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