Long Overpopulation Poems
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Forward... for those of you rather younger than I, Soylent Green was a movie in which overpopulation was reduced by making people into biscuits... yes really!
SOYLENT RED
It’s dark and it’s drizzling
The burgers are sizzling
We’re toasting the baps in the grill
No creature was injured
For Ted couldn’t be cured
The virus had made him too ill
And once he was panting
And ceaselessly ranting
His sister conducted the kill
We skinned him then rinsed him
Then auntie Maud minced him
But then at the door, the old bill
He stood in our porch
with his baton and torch
And that was the end of that copper
Before we could carve him
We needed to halve him
Which Benjamin did with his chopper
The world now unclean
Full of horrors obscene
With no cure for this human blight
So we off them and scoff them
But two don’t come often
So no-one goes hungry tonight
from the everlasting scrap yard of common decency
and the slaughter fields of raging battles never won
the stench of broken values rises in foul smelling loss
perfumed no doubt by the false values and belief of
glory fame power and victories of raging belligerence
for one goal or other and the wasteland of abasement
the cemetery has long been closed for overpopulation
instead landfill sites have replaced ceremonial plight
because remembering might cast a shadow of doubt
lest we forget the tragic blood shed and mutilations
foot soldiers and money lusting collaborators alike
would stand a chance of wielding humanity instead
of the overwhelming desire to kill execute and maim
dumping grounds and hazardous waste dumps have
replaced ceremonial remembrance of defeated trust
in humanity butchered on the killing fields forever more
worms devour shattered bones and vacant skulls’ remains
finish off what history buries in its toxic suffocating void
with only a few widows gazing at weeds and wilting poppies
orphans of wealth scramble at the surface and gather tears
that slide like slime and splattered brains down to their hearts
draped in rags the hungry vagrants have lost their appetite
while the grim reaper belches in flatulent satisfied reward
they tie a white flag so innocent that it remains invisible
chant a cacophonous melody as they inhale a final whiff
their loved ones died in vain and are unwilling to applaud
their henchmen and woman who cast their sword for death
and vitriol of marching onwards until ultimate surrender
but in tune to their own souls and deeply rooted disgust
they dig up the remains of sacrificed friends and former foes
gather in candlelight vigils and refuse to not fight for light
08th March 2021
Alias indomitable invincible
Donald John Trump oozes wrath
inexorably plunging every species
of life toward apocalyptic warpath
mercilessly threatentens world
wide web promising bloodbath
validating ex post facto commander
in chief as nonpareil sociopath
hence... this call to arms gives run
for money challenging any psychopath
lest inevitable according to dead
reckoning prediction of
wisest sages calculated math.
Thus one poetic footsoldier doth broadcast
dire straits emergency, and inveigh
grassroots action mandatory meaning
registered voters must
cast ballot per se
else planet Earth will...
burn thermonuclear gray
rendering oblate spheroid
uninhabitable, I daresay
if bleak forecast father time doth delay
global warming would outweigh
former worst case nihilistic scenario,
nonetheless Gaia will serve
as repurposed ashtray,
whereby inextinguishable fiery storms
approximating calculus of doomsday
nsync with intolerable weather forecasts
if complacency rides roughshod field day
defying lack of immunization oy vey
against opportunistic unfamiliar organisms
viral and bacterial agent provocateurs
microscopic gangbusters
nothing could allay
winning scrimmage play
thinning overpopulation whereby
scavengers make short shrift
plethora once living flotsam and jetsam
perhaps requiring rotting, putrefying,
goods put on layaway
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now ye might hashtag me chicken little
synonymous to Rome burning,
while Nero did fiddle,
perhaps scaremonger i.e. Cassandra
alamist bah bing away, a realist foaming
at figurative mouth with spittle,
would you believe cautious optimist,
who presents prediction,
while this poem heed whittle.
‘The End is Near’
We’re accustomed to hear
From the prophets of gloom
and the peddlers of doom
First it was overpopulation
Earth could never support two billion
We’d have to skimp on food, serve c-rations
Then came what would surely kill us all
The ultimate weapon, the atom bomb
But JFK and Kruschev stayed calm
Next up was pollution
that blackened the sky
Thank goodness, we didn’t notice
we were too busy getting high
All the elites became pot-heads
Congress and Wall Street were hooked on weed
which simply increased their phenomenal greed…
Lately, ‘global warming’ has become the ‘in thing’
Doesn’t that have a familiar ring?
Those who want to ban motor-cars and plastic bags
Own private planes, their only ‘sacrifice’ – jet lag ...
As for me, I pitch in and do my level best
Cut my grass with a scissors, shovel snow with a spoon
I sure hope all my efforts will soon bear fruit
Before my seaweed meals emit their last photosynthetic toot
No matter unseasonably
blustery March like weather
prevails across my neck of the woods
(Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania)
and across the main body
of these United States of America
particularly original Thirteen Colonies
global warming alive and well
and promises to return
with a vengeance
after station identification.
Find out pertinent ice age accouterments;
gear up as soon as possible
with suitable and necessary arctic trappings
by accessing without delay
https://icetrek.com/equipment-guide.
Researchers used data on Earth's orbit
to find the historical warm
interglacial period that looks
most like the current one
and predicted that the next ice age
would usually begin within 1,500 years.
Now back to regularly scheduled program
donned and trumpeted as poetic blurb.
Incumbent onus warrants immediate action
to stem tide of global warming
or erect breakers to thwart dire crisis,
cuz figurative and literal tsunami
in the offing gathering strength.
Plethora of humans (think overpopulation)
directly linkedin to planet Earth dire strait
re: environmental catastrophe, née debacle
teeters along brink tipping point inevitably
pitching civilization headlong into oblivion
*****sapiens (minus those living off grid)
admirably self sufficient unto themselves,
perhaps ecological intentional community
while yours truly, one guilt ridden wordsmith
laments impacting minimal carbon footprint
(courtesy these thankful little feet size nine+)
nonetheless psychological torment wracks
lovely bones garden variety/generic human
specifically comprising complex edifice me
Matthew Scott Harris riven with loathsome
abomination, constipation, indignation, et al
mustered, tethered, yoked into capitalistic,
commercialistic, consumeristic ditto et alia
versus altruistic holistic, simplistic again re:
call synonymous words regarding contrast
between belching, exhausting, and polluting
(naming three adjectives describing impact
predominantly nsync with prophetic albeit,
profit oriented profligate, profane paradigm
unleashing immense global carbon emissions.
Why schools?
We are not clear
WiseElder sighed
in desperate fear.
Why guns at school?
Where teachers try
and pine for Golden EcoRules.
We sacred pry to teach
cooperation
And in return
guns rape our secular market nation.
We strive to learn
not to waste life
what God has given
pedagogic grace love.
Why point automated guns
at schools for deep cooperative learning
how society right ought to run?
Such mown down waste
streaming out of place
assaulted from within
without health-wealth
productive face.
We are what we nourish
on the field
and in each indoor
and outdoor classroom
competing for success
without innocent Right's
cooperative prime relational
sacred co-present flourish.
Silent deep ecological/theological learning
gasping rabid claustrophobia
Fearing the worst absence of breath,
competition's violent aptic phobia.
Feed me!
silent screams voiceless Innocence
longing for a place to anxiously learn
without deeper LoseLose dissonance,
defined and refined
by aptic absence
of WinWin resonance.
Deep sacred consumers
grow internally/externally terrorist alarming
when cooperation's redemptive resilience
is bought from
and sold to highest competing performers
In society's rabid operationalizing,
awarding speaking parts
sung by Wild Western Old Farts
about history's highest and best,
most accurately aiming,
non-elite alarming,
RedPrince Southern Adolescent Charming.
Red automated assault
AntiGreen
competing monoculturation,
punishing devolution,
anti-healthy monoculturing rabid expansion
growing individually devalued,
secularized,
sometimes isolated for punishing demonization,
overpopulation
harvesting toxic anti-outdoor green classroom STEAM results.
Fer these er nay stumblin' on a reality
that er givein' us reasons to be spooked
fer our future en global stability...
gee! wake-up we should be scared,
gosh already we're experiencin'
more, a disastrous global effect
naught! a creation of science fiction
as one passed would expect,
en weather severe, storms violent too
tornadoes, earthquakes also tsunamis...
his Prophesies are a comin' true,
those writ's of Nostradamus,
political upheavals, endless wars
rising socialism in Latin America
that Middle East those African shores,
widespread poverty there en America
Is er thing, as human beings we can do?
Have an earful of world leaders...
Fer aggressive plan, is to come up with
We are desperate, en your a leadln',
reduction plans also action,
over-consumption of resources
address overpopulation...
an produce high gas emissions,
oh, listen to that fiddle!
Hell's broke loose,
much so long so, they've fiddled
An' hell's broken' loose,
we can start changin' our world
change in ourselves,
an will change er a little,
en will eventually make a difference
when we're all changin' nor fiddlein'
en our time is nay lost
let's act now an together,
an before it's too late, life is too short
Lord, I know I am a sinner
Born onto this sinful world
Now repented God you know my heart
And only you can keep it a start
And I'm not ready to die
Not ready to cry
I need to keep those tears out my families eyes
And I've been nosey
Talked to an angel
And he's said
There are to many people in heaven
So in my daily prayers
Not that I'm calling the angel a liar
I prayed and asked God
Is There Room There
Is There Room There
Is There Room There
Is There Room There, in heaven for me
Lord, I know I am a sinner
Born onto this sinful world
Now repented God you know my heart
And only you can keep it a start
And I'm not ready to die
Not ready to cry
I need to keep those tears out my families eyes
I'm not done with the prize
And I'm not ready to die
Between that and mansions vacancies
Overpopulation my question still remains
prayed and asked God
Is There Room There
Is There Room There
Is There Room There
Is There Room There, in heaven for me
prayed and asked God
Is There Room There
Is There Room There
Is There Room There
Is There Room There, in heaven for me
11/27/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Hello to all soupers.. My best wishes to all.. I am trying to get to grips with a
Narrative account, of a meeting I had way back in 1994 which only popped back
In my mind January of 2023.' It is mentally difficult to recall the exact sequence
Of dialogue.. Not least because I know now this ( random meeting ) with what I
Now know was a 'w e 'f operative had me initially be- moaning human overpopulation
And its 'so called' detrimental effects on the planet.' It was me who started the talk
To the complete stranger who I have never seen since..I validated the event by checking
Lectures in the university he noted the was working..And some of what I considered
Unworkable ideas that I aired on the day I now see coming into existence in our world
I had obviously picked up ' some ideaology' also 15 years prior? So It seems from what
I see spoken at davos.. and catchphrases I have some part in our current predicament
Which I need to address, and it is a mental stress..I will finish now, I hope to get on I
Could finish this in a few hours now, but it's so depressing.'
I may get on to make the odd comment but please bear with
Me? All the best, all my love.'
In the end, what shall become of us all?
As global warming casts its daunting pall,
Our planet pleads for care, a heartfelt call,
In unity, we must heed nature's thrall.
Overpopulation strains Earth's embrace,
Seek balance, lest our future we erase,
Through mindful choices, we find the grace,
To safeguard life, in every single place.
Racial discrimination, a blight,
Must yield to love's embrace, shining bright,
Let harmony and understanding ignite,
To heal the wounds and set all hearts aright.
Together we must stand, hand in hand,
Embracing change, a future truly grand,
With empathy and hope, we'll understand,
What in the end,
will become of us, will it be something grand?