Prognostication  

Guns and money have much evil to share
As enablers of a loveless bearing
And both betray the way they do not care
About how well we humans are faring,
In our short time above the soil,
Which we devote to the broadcast squabble
Of blighting well water for more oil
To grease us from birth to final hobble.

Spinning along, The Earth will not complain,
But pass along bad choice cost instead
Until everybody feels her pain
As premonition for what lies ahead;

Global glories in ruin and ash
As we would not forego the bombs and cash
When our whole planet has 'bought the farm"
From a World at War...three times the charm!