The end is coming
Our present way of life must cease
A world economy
Based on shit
While billions grasp
For the same flag
Of first world privilege
And still our numbers rise
And with them, the strain
Pressure that cannot
And will not be sustained
Steadily our resources drain
As we shield our eyes
And continue on our way
Oh so very sedate
Surely we will never see the day
That our world crumbles into a heap
We outsmart nature
But how long until we go extinct?
Third world becomes first world
This cannot be
The balance will not hold
When populations increase
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