Our vertical Economy                                
We worship as if it's a god.                        
However, it is powerless,
A pipe that we should not applaud.
The power that it seems to have
Is what we give Economy,
Which we enable to decide
The life for us, what we can be.
The power that we give to it
Is generated as we try
To fill the void that is within,
We find when asking, "Why am I?"

Our tries to fill the void with cash
Sucks torrents of it out the top;
But as it flow down through us all
The money trickles to a stop.                
More money cannot fill the void.           
By trying to fulfill our need
We've formed a population 'cone'
Disintegrating by our greed.                  

Our vertical Economy
Will leave humanity undone.
We might survive if it is razed
To leave a horizontal one.
To be our servant not our god
Should be Economy's intent.
If we create it we will find
Economy will seem God sent.

Green Shift

Age of Asininity

War on Poverty