Overpopulation

Why are people everywhere

multiplying by the dozen,

leaving behind no trace of time

but always another cousin.

 

I try to be alone and write

in the countryside at most,

but even here I’m haunted by

the man of yesterdays ghost.

 

There seems to be no place at all

where one can sit alone,

to nurture time in nature

without a ringing phone.

 

For breeding is mans right

which we cannot take away,

but what happens when we

finally overpopulate one day?

 

What happens when cars

can no longer move,

when we actually just

run out of food.

 

What happens when rivers

are full to the brim,

of trollies and bodies

and everything’s grim.

 

What happens then?

I hear you say;

well we have to make

a change today.

 

We need to look after

the bees for honey,

and we need to stop breeding

merely for money.

 

We must protect the plants

and the animals too,

and try to live

a life that’s true.

 

The earth on which we walk,

we must always treasure,

and never use it only

in pursuit of pleasure.

 

And of all the things

that we do obtain,

we must not acquire them

greedily for the gain.

 

-wordskatwrote