life
Casey Jones
Ode To Cheese
Banish The Blue
Sing Me Sweet Lullabies
One Of Those Days
The Simple Things
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