Jeff Bezos went to space, because one of his friends

Pointed to the moon and said, “I’ll beat you there.”

He used 30 million starving stomachs as fuel,

As easily as I push an elevator button.

He spent a lifetime’s worth of carbon emissions,

On a rocketship joyride in a cowboy hat.

I’m sure the first billionaire that lives on the moon,

Will replace it with a billboard of his face.

So large everyone back on Earth can see

That he cares more about his ego than us.

I can’t help but wonder what it’s like

What it’s like to imagine that space is an attainable goal,

When I can’t get off the couch some days.

Why is any of this worth it to him?

If I had 200 billion dollars,

I would give everyone on the planet $20,

And ask them to plant a tree.

I want to be the kind of person,

That points to someone’s heart and says I’ll beat you there.

I want to race as fast as I can,

Signing my name on smiles along the way.

I want everyone to see that I care more about loving them,

Than anyone anywhere’s ego.

One day it will be too late for Powerful Men 

To realize they are not stronger than this glorious Earth.

Greedy Greenhouse Gases will exhale

For the last time into a cloudless sky.

They watch their Powerful Wealth,

Wilt like lettuce leaves on exhausted soil.

Powerful Tools will cut down their last tree.

It will not even transform into paper before,

Their Powerful Trucks useless,

Entrapped by a dust storm,

Relentless as their corruption.

Their Powerful Flags will burn,

On the torches of prejudice they carry.

One day it will be too late for Powerful Men,

To realize that they are not buoyant.

They will find themselves anchored by a net of plastic,

To the bottom of the chilling ocean -

The one they said would never rise above them.

Dolphins will laugh, whales - sing, 

While hurricanes reclaim Powerful Houses,

Like they are bobbing bathtub toys.

They will watch their Powerful Cities flood,

The overburdened dams - broken.

Gorgeous Glaciers, infinitely larger than Powerful Ships,

Will split the ocean into tsunamis when they shake their hips.

Powerful Leaders will lose their precious bootstraps,

To hypothermia in the Ice Age they invited.

But for our Endearing Earth,

Spring will come again.