Thomas Malthus
6 Billion people, nigh on seven.
Pray that there’s room on ascension to heaven.
Better yet beg that our ephemeral motions,
abluvial needs,
antediluvial notions,
fears stricken ‘pon coats cast of cast-iron greed
Are not swallowed, still whole, by seven unforgiving seas.
About the Creator
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