The population of mankind Has grown and grown (and groan) We are the most successful species Planet earth has ever known.

Our success is so prolific that From Darwin’s laws we are exempt We keep alive the weakest When their quality days are all spent.

Now why is that?

We seem to believe That breeding is our right We’re not content with love and sex No, we’re not that bright!

Now why is that?

More people means more carbon Rising into space ‘Tis the countless breaths of us and ours Which toll the near end of our race.

The problem is each breath we take Breaks down our protection from the sun The planet becomes warmer And the icecaps start to run.

Further still as icecaps melt The oceans start to rise The loss of lower lying land Makes resources vanish before our eyes.

And this is no illusion! This is proven. Whether you like it or not.

As our world gets hotter So the deserts will expand And the problem is that very little Grows in fields of sand

Our just desserts?

More deserts and more oceans Means less space for us and ours The weak will simply have to go We can’t escape Darwin’s powers

Not long term anyway…

We must learn to manage Our race, in balance with the earth Or accept that wars and bloodshed Will soon trim back our girth.

For peace and growth do not make Perfect partners at the brink Hell always follows too much heaven Unless we pause and think.

And if we don’t?

Inspiration must exceed respiration If we are to survive If not our planet will become A place where only the clever stay alive……

A Men!