In the quiet rooms where maps are breathed upon,
where borders are inked like veins across the Earth,
we speak in numbers—
not of souls, but of strain,
of harvests thinning under a swollen sky.
The arithmetic is cold,
yet it does not lie—
too many hands upon too little soil,
too many hungers circling the same fire.
Stemming what cannot be sustained,
not with the violence of sudden decree,
but with the measured hand of foresight—
a discipline of future over present desire.
For what is mercy,
if it feeds the moment
and starves the century?
The child yet unborn
flies buzzing around their crusty eyes
stands beside us in silence,
asking not for abundance,
but for balance—
for rivers that still run,
for air that has not forgotten breath.
Power must think beyond its own shadow,
must see the curve of consequence
before it bends into collapse.
This is no easy doctrine—
to weigh life against life,
to choose restraint
in a world that worships increase.
Yet history will not pardon blindness.
It will record, without trembling,
whether we governed the tide—
or were taken by it.
Bringing babies into the world just to watch them starve.
Austo-Jappanese, I seem to hear some
Accent.? On an evil wind..No good.' Just bad
Scenes..Deception and many memes.' Descendant had he.? And are they happy.?
Living today.? In this world gone astray..
Kalergi is it allegory.? Are we a coizent
Humanity, are there plans in general more
Controlling from aouthouritys, are things
Bland and stale, yet also gory.? Can you see the actions? Do you read lifes signs ?
Am i alone in my awareness.? Is this pure
Accidental or could there be bad design?
If you could have been
part of the population
in Hiroshima and Nagasaki
at ground zero
you would have seen
total annihilation
when the bombs were dropped
(Little Boy and Fat Man)
and if it weren't enough
you should become 'hibakusha'
victims of nuclear fallout radiation
the perpetrators censored the news
and only the survivors
were evidence all war must be stopped
Nations, like tides, rise and fall with the numbers,
A swelling crowd is a promise and a peril.
In youth, the many are labor and armies;
In age, they are a weight upon the state.
Leaders count heads, not lives,
Calculating strength in the aggregate.
A vast populace fuels markets,
Fills the factories, swells the tax rolls.
Policy bows to the short-term reward,
Blind to the slow erosion beneath.
Food, water, shelter—finite and frail—
Are treated as inexhaustible myths.
Yet the wheel turns,
And the balance sheet of nature
Will one day collect its debt.
By then, the architects may be gone,
But their legacy will stand—
An empire too heavy to sustain.
The chessboard stretches, black and white,
Too many pawns crowd every fight.
Resources dwindle, tempers flare,
Too many hands grasp thinning air.
The planners meet in silent halls,
Their charts and graphs like ancient walls.
They speak in terms both cold and clean—
"Efficient means," not "cruel" or "mean."
A gentle nudge, a softened blow,
Less birth, less war, more death below.
No famines loud, no bombs to shake—
Just medicine we do not make.
Subtle are the tools of fate,
Disguised in law, in boardroom weight.
The world, they say, must be more small—
But never start with us at all.
The rural church closed....
cemetery still receives the dead
In these days and times
Women are not having
Large family's anymore because
They can't raise their kids properly
Without constant interference
From the laws and unfair rules
As a parent you love your kids
And some are a holy terror
But still why would any person
Go back in time and change
A fifty-year-old law that was
Place there for a valid reason
Like some human's lack of control
Some fathers, date rape drugs etc.,
Taking away a women's right to
Have control of her life, body and future
Is it just to build up the population?
What happen to free will or
A person's constitutional rights
In the end, It'll be more deaths
Child abuse, overcrowded foster homes
Look at some adults today, it makes
You wonder
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
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
In this wilderness.
We wait for the stars to possess us.
The stares of the night.
Are actually our limitations waiting to pounce.
We wait for patience.
As they wait for us to emerge with a willingness.
And cut these vines like ribbons.
We watch the horizon reappear…
And then we fall asleep with the shadows.
And wait to breathe again.
He lifts up the rock,
finding thousands of red ants
crawling underneath.
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.
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
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
the birders of the world are crying ~ no fowl
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