Suppose a world with too many people
Not enough food to feed good or evil
For the poor too little medical care
Not enough, clean water or air
Now suppose they invented an AI robot that did all the work
No further need for mechanic, technician or clerk
Would we then all those people need
For them no jobs only mouths to feed
Now only consumers no producers
For an economy they are reducers
With no jobs to earn money
All become dependent on daddy or mommy
And when parents die all will colapse
With the lazy children that only want to take naps
Wouldn’t it be more efficient to let the idle die
Eight billion, a number now far too high
Eliminate the handicapped, the less intelligent, old, the anchors to society
Leaving only the most powerful ,no further variety
No more exploitation or consumption as a solution
No more devastation or pollution
Ecological balance, without need of war's destruction
Only the best for genetic reproduction
We could not tell them, just spread disease
Without sufficient doctors or medicine an epidemic the population would ease
Just suppose
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Online) - Published: December 13th, 2025 03:23
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Good write SB. There's horrible eugenics, who wish for some of those things towards the end of the poem. They set themselves up as judges, or gods even (or even God maybe). saying, yes, let's dispose of the 'rubbish', 'sub-standard' humans. Even if they succeeded, they themselves would be left, and THEY might see themselves as the 'rubbish'. Though they would be caught up in their hypocrisy and see themselves as the superior ones. Eugenics is evil, I say.
That's a lot of thinking, Fido says, and advises me to have a lay down and rest now. lol.
Me again! I'm reading a bit on the environment and nutrients in rivers, lakes, etc. It seems there can be too many nutrients in some waters, that works adversely to some species of flora and fauna - called eutrophy = 'Well-fed'. Or eutrophication. That's all my 3 brain cells used up, saying that word!
Thanks so much my friend for seeing the meaning of this poem. Conspiracy theories abound but it doesn't take a genius to see that there is a waterfall ahead when the current picks up, white water begins and there is a deafening roar from in front of you
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