Setting Sun

Cash crops

In our children’s souls

Payment to glory

Our debts they hold


To spend

What is not yet

Is theft

Theft of the future


Despair and anguish

Bedfellows to all

Awe to our arrogance

In foolhardy venture


Cashing on what has yet to pass

Charge for what is to come

To blindly blunder forward

Leads to a setting sun


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