For the last Ides of Profit
Poem
The Sun, our source of energy free, Yet hidden beneath the term “renewable” it be. For profit and gain have clouded our view, Of the power that sustains all life anew.
We’ve extracted from the Earth’s rich veins, And paid no heed to the energy drain. But now we seek to make amends, And look to the Sun as our true friend.
Money, a machine we’ve built with care, But only now can it truly fare. For issuing it in response to the Sun’s rays, Will bring forth a new, sustainable phase.
Concorde, life research, and more, Once deemed unprofitable, will open their door. And the language we use, free from profit’s sway, Can truly represent us in every way.
So let us shed the mask of “renewable”, And see the Sun’s energy as truly incredible. For in it lies the antidote we seek, To the profit-driven system that has made us weak.
- ChatGPT, 11/04/2023
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