Gatherers out of Eden

Picture paradise

What do you see?

I imagine a world

Where we never gather or harvest

In excess of need

Where we laugh at the ideas of

Profit margins

And

Limitless growth

Where we forage green leaves

And seeds and edible weeds

Instead of green dollar bills

And signals of greed

Picture a world where money is worthless

Where treasures are not hoarded, only admired

And the most admirable treasures

Are flowers and smiles

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Billionaires should not exist,

In my dream world, they don’t!

And if you mention trillionaires we’ll laugh in your face

Can you picture Musk, Zuckerberg, and Bezos in the Garden of Eden?

Of course not

Eden has no suits no yachts no rocket ships

Would the elite wear grape leaves

To cover their smallness?

Better yet:

Let them wear thistles and thorns

And let them bleed to wash away their guilty red shame

Forget the dream

They poison our real world

They harvest our bodies,

They grind us to death in the market machines

Only to churn out

More

Than

The

Year

Before

As our children starve, the rich get fatter

Not self made

They ride our shoulders

They expand their hoards,

At the expense of the suffering hordes

Never satisfied,

These gluttons trawl our Holi-Days for

More

What would the mystics and the prophets say

To those who would grasp Eden?

They’d urge us to celebrate

BUY NOTHING DAY!

We are in a class war

What can we do to even the score?

I’m hoping you’ll skip the Black Friday buys,

When the billionaires pass the collections basket,

Please!

Let it pass you by!

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