How many people are on planet Earth?
Too many people, and too many births
The headcount rising while resources shrink
Is it surprising our world’s on the brink?
Twelve years ago we’re one billion less
The pace which we grow puts Earth under stress
The prices on food continue to climb
The waste that’s accrued, too easy to find
The land that we share grows dirty and cramped
Travel and welfare? It all needs revamped
War, plague or famine’s the natural cure
Once it’s examined this targets the poor
Killing the planet as we multiply?
Should we continue we’re destined to die
Categories:
headcount, dark, death, deep, depression,
Form: Rhyme
In a supermarket, phrases like “nice cans” or “nice melons”
Sound innocent unless a well endowed philly nearby threatens
Then head for the checkout
Avoiding a crime scene headcount
Run like a gazelle, she'll be on your cart in seconds
Categories:
headcount, fun,
Form: Limerick
It was an absent answer. Terror
was one abyss in unhindered
waking of eternity in being. The passions rise
between downpour of black rings on the terraces,
was nonstop a parade of excuses and pretentions, no
body was taking the responsibility of the war lost, and
we nod in unison. Hunger drives the wedge. This
is a city of moonless sky where the headcount
never stops.
Warriors sit down under the volts opening red
eyes, the trade gets a bad name, rubbers
win the coin. Yellow metal gleams around arms,
a wound becomes a talisman, you start collecting
the awards from severed hands.
Satish Verma
Categories:
headcount, art
Form: I do not know?
It was an absent answer. Terror
was one abyss in unhindered
waking of eternity in being. The passions rise
between downpour of black rings on the terraces,
was nonstop a parade of excuses and pretentions, no
body was taking the responsibility of the war lost, and
we nod in unison. Hunger drives the wedge. This
is a city of moonless sky where the headcount
never stops.
Warriors sit down under the volts opening red
eyes, the trade gets a bad name, rubbers
win the coin. Yellow metal gleams around arms,
a wound becomes a talisman, you start collecting
the awards from severed hands.
Satish Verma
*On watching a massive blaze of gas depot at Jaipur ( India ) unebbed for 3 days.
Categories:
headcount, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?