Best Population Poems
WHAT IF Written Pre-Pandemic
What if a rigid thinking, extremist group
Decided to do something about Planet Earth’s
Over-population,
I mean let’s just think about this, fantasy
Of course, Just a vivid imagination!
What if they wanted to eradicate and eliminate
At least fifty per cent of humans’ world wide
And the ‘HOW” would leave nowhere to hide.
The secret would purposefully be let to leak,
So that chaos would reign, terror would spread,
People would freak!
Traversing from one side of the globe
To the other, Armies and Air force alerted,
Governments, Presidents and Prime Ministers,
Appeasing and trying to calm hysteria,
A killer cerebral virus, a very aggressive malaria,
To be released the news headlines said,
Within days millions will be dying or dead!
What if fifty per cent of the rest of world
Were told would be allowed to live,
People then going into frenzy,
Who was to stay alive and who was to die?
What if this extremist group succeeded
And brought this horror to fruition,
What a demon like, despicable ambition
What if?
Think of the film Inferno
That virus was caught just in time,
And so the hero prevented an
Inhumane crime!
People explosion,
Over population,
Dark on the sun,
How big is too big?
Is it too many figs?
What's your solution
to people explosion?
They bring pollutions,
Over population,
Dark on the sun,
Maybe free contraception,
Some new invention?
Chemical free solutions
to people explosion,
Over population,
Dark on the sun.
Metropolis…
a cackling cacophony of confusion
energizing some and enrages others.
Concrete and steel giants,
loom forebodingly over the masses;
blocking out gifts of the sun.
The maze that tires me from constant searching;
why am I here in this overcrowded and hopeless abyss?
The bang-clang trucks and trolleys,
beat out their metronomic, one…two...beat
and the drone of engines,
sings a tired ballad of the modern world.
Cities are the lairs of bad-tempered dragons;
harboring too many precious trinkets.
Vulnerable souls are the noonday snacks,
devoured by cold-blooded sharks.
Rondelet: "Reduce the size and population of the state."
"Ensure that even though the people have tools of war (...) they will not use them (...) they will be reluctant to move to distant places because they look on death as no light matter. (...) Bring it about that the people will (...) find relish in their food And beauty in their clothes, Will be content in their abode And happy in the way they live." Tao Te Ching, LXXX. Transl. by D. C. Lau. (Penguin Books).
Population
Cut sex: immigration will stop
Population
Well almost: miscegenation
Humans put sex at utmost top:
Aids herpes chlamydia crop up
Population
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
Death by firing squad is the old way
Using gas chambers, that area’s grey
Dropping big bombs, now that’s child’s play
Compared to the methods they use today
They’re killing people in their own homes
With tasty treats full of hormones
Microwave radiation into their bones
And straight to the brain using cellphones
Right out of the womb there’s a vaccination
If you got a “problem” there’s a medication
They got the water supply with fluoridation
And chemtrails in the sky crisscrossing the nation
In this day and age it’s hard to hide
From G.M.O. “food” and pesticide
Or animal meat with steroids inside
Consuming this stuff is like suicide
Death rates from cancer are enormous in size
Every few seconds somebody dies
We need to know truth instead of the lies
It’s time to wake up and open our eyes
Too many people need a hospital bed
And to get one costs some serious bread
You must stay conscious and one step ahead
Before you find that you’re the one dead
Why make an enemy of a daughter or a son?
A sacrifice on the altar of your sacred opinion.
Birthday wishes celebration, no more segregation.
A fractured population, equals, less than one.
Between the we and me
There's no fences I can see.
But the borders that are there
secure identity.
Do they serve a purpose, beyond history.
After all the earth is a planet,
Orbiting the sun
And if it wasn't for the stars
We'd think it was the only one,
We can use the wind for power
Harness the power of the sun.
Then why cant we live together
And harness the power of one.
Shifting population
The foyer at the new hospital was full of women
It was a cold day, and they wore coats, brown /grey
short and squat they looked like toys sprung live
and had to see a doctor promptly.
Algarvian women tend to be short and after marriage
grow sideways till they look as squares of flesh, but they
are beautiful when young what they have in common
though is a tongue they never stop talking and that is why
men spend a lot of time in cafes drink wine and play cards.
Once upon a time this was an Arab province but the beauty
of the Semitic race didn`t stick, the Moslems brought their
own women. The nearest I can compare them to are
the Norwegian people of the north, who one day got, fed up
of cold winds and no oranges, populated this place we now
called the Algarve, and her people are fond of bacalao.
Requiem in your false hope
Laying flat on your back praying for death
Shut your eyes and everything else out
Drown your reality and float on what you feel is necessary
If you feel it then it’s right
You know that pulse that shocks your system and you lose sight
People laugh in others expense at something not understood because that’s what it’s meant to be
Ill informed perpetually abused for the fact that you’re being kept in the dark
Letting demons breathe and walk around in the daytime
Smiling at looking down at their watch
Waiting for your biggest moment that is being held back a grade to learn more humiliation and disappointment
Population
Seems to be a constant ratio
New born and deaths
Always keep a balance
Marriage and pregnancy
Triple the populations
New generations emerge
Wars ,disasters ,epidemics, natural causes
Double the diminishing
Deaths occur
What's a hell
Who is guilty
Man is a part of the violator
Because he starts a war
Because he persuades the virus grows
Because he's careless about the natural disasters
And too bad
Some people are still making profit out of them
And life becomes harder and harder
In the end
Man pays an extra debt for his own deeds
Just because of
A fake population balance
A real scandal
To kill and to conquer( wars )
To pursuit freedom of choice of life styles ( selfish and careless )
In the end
Some people just sigh
They can't do anything
Because this Omicron is also just a population balance
Inhuman Population
They try to tell us we need therapy,
that these feelings are unnatural.
The small minded are trapped in the mechanism of a robot
thus their attack of judgment are so practical
The union of two spirits should always be celebrated
two hearts,
two magnetic forces,
two naturally resourceful elements
have no right to be separated, deprivated, segregated
or proclaimed as demons, blasphemers or as an inhuman population.
We each have a purpose, provide a service
and contribute to lives and societies!
but our earth is so divided into
separate types and varieties that we’re blinded
by ignorance and hateful indifference with one another.
When we share
the same land
the same soil
the same air
the same oil
while tearing each other down in turmoil.
When this atmosphere was put here
to share our love, our life, our freedom, our rights,
to hear a lovers name gives the same reaction
to touch a lovers hand signifies the same attraction
A love that is just as pure and everlasting should never be outcasted!
For the one who sparks the fire in my eye
is the only one in whom I wish to stand by
and the one who supplies the rainbow after my storms
is the only one I refuse to be torn from!
and our lives and our existence is this……
So alive, so fruitful, so rich
so warm, so sheltering, so thick
like an ambience of united puzzle shaped pieces
that fit!
We refuse to remain in silence and fright
We refuse to give up insight
refuse to lose the fight
for love has no image
and we ALL deserve equal RIGHTS!
Repeal Prop 8 Now!
i guess it depends on the resonance the amplification
when i sang in the bedroom my father shrieked
put a sock in it and i remember reaching for
the pants drawer to find a pair, but i once did
turn away carol singers, but only after they'd
finished their warbling did i thank them and
slam it in their faces, i once called my
mother's friend, feigning to be the fire
brigade, and was aghast when she answered
i told her we were probing into fire alarms
the selling of them, if she was interested
at the school gates, she enumerated the
anecdote to my mother, who glared down
at me as i felt my face go ruby, but no matter
because i didn't succeed in selling a fire alarm
or selling anything, but my mother looked
perturbed when i waved and addressed the
postman, as he actually wasn't our postman
but his route took him to an aligned location
and it stopped just at our street, but no matter
because it would be the socialist workers party
at our door next, asking for subs and my dad
hit the roof, but amends was made when i
returned home without my mother's knowledge
surprised her as she began to weep behind the glass
our parents, all paths lead back to them
From Adam and Eve to 8 billion people
What a wave from just a ripple
Finally claim is laid on all lands
Does it mean more brains and hands
To have all done and much made
And still have many with whom to trade?
To be fruitful and multiply
The present day does testify
Will this gain be a pain
Will the earth bring forth enough to sustain
Only until we put to the test
Why scarcity in the east and waste in the west
Nations and armies glory in the multitude
To work, build and amass into plenitude
The more the merrier for the meaning of unity
Their terror to the adversary is almost immunity
But none of these recall while in their droves
How the Lord's time and chance shoves
Long live and many descendants
Is to us great blessing and to God many remnants
May the increase of the earth fold as we are
May the testimony of our lives ring near and far
For God's Will is not in any way made somber
If faith is found in the hearts of this much a number
K. Muitherero
A.I.’s coming my brothers and sisters.
In fact it’s so already here
So sit back and enjoy the ride while you can.
Without trepidation or fear.
Governmental mistrust, it divides us
Religion caused, terror is rife
The purest religions are those doomed to fail
Do we need such a crutch in our life
Media controlled mis-information
A plandemic brings folks to their knees
Their aim is complete subjugation
Disguised as a viral disease
Spread the lies of the monied elite
Have them think that we’re saving each other
Locked down in compliant control
‘Til we fight tooth and nail with each other
There’s a world of mistrust rightly earned
Satan seems to be never too far
From the iniquitous music system
To scandals extreme near and far
So, care for the state that you’re in
The state you’re in, cares so for you
As your Country and also the World
If you’re part of the Elitest few
‘Cos Silicone Valley and the powers that be
Are here, for to serve only you.
Or is money their God and corruption their game
Sermons read from an unholy pew.
The rural church closed....
cemetery still receives the dead
the birders of the world are crying ~ no fowl
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