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I am old and in the ordinary course of nature
  shall die soon, but the human race is not old
But rather childish, it is an infant and acts
  like one,
And now it has captured the keys of the kingdoms
  of unearthly violence. Will it use them? It
  loves destruction you know.
And the earth is too small to feed us, we must
  have room.
It seems expedient that not as of old one man,
  but many nations and races die for the people.
Have you noticed meanwhile the population
  explosion
Of man on earth, the torrents of new-born babies,
  the bursting schools? Astonishing. It saps
  man's dignity.
We used to be individuals, not populations.
Perhaps we are now preparing for the great
  slaughter. No reason to be alarmed; stone-dead
  is dead;
Breeding like rabbits we hasten to meet the day.


Submitted by Holt

Added: 1 Mar 2004 | Last Read: 10 Sep 2026 10:10 PM | Viewed: 7727 times

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