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: 12 Feb 2012 9:35 AM | Viewed: 5575 times
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