Space tourist billionaires,
It's obvious now they were preparing,
For when the earth lost air,
For when the food supply chain simply died,
Its fragility known,
Maybe not felt by the rich right away,
Though advised to stockpile food in their home,
Prepare to go to the only safe place,
Once seen as just a dream,
Better to survive in a small capsule,
Than among the unclean,
Who want your blood,
If just for sustenance,
If you're not fighting to distribute wealth,
You're scheming how to keep your possessions.
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