We the human often way too trusting
In media religiously politicly so to say
We often believe so much we'er told
On any thus in life given as such day
I remember reading years ago a worry
The earth becoming way over populated
It was the thoughts of one away back then
At the time most thought so very over rated
In life we often hear of read or are thus told
There needs to be an animal cull in the day
And humans we all are as such animals too
Thoughts come to mind come whatever may
To date on earth there's been hundreds of
Illnesses that arrive out of the blue over time
And life back then it came down to back then
Another woeful worry for all walk a said line
It's not what one knows but would not expect
Upon eartht of beauty and of milk and honey
I've found that at end of the day dare I say
Somewhere hidden was greed lots of money
Never what twas known but what was known not
That brought civilisations undone back in time
Only to vanish from face of the earth then that be
Without answers of what then come to their mind
So often it was religions of the day with Gods gallore
Sacrificing in order to save endless from some curse
And basicly the human over time has not changed
One might say in several ways today could be worse
With todays imaginations running as if as wild
If a groulp of souls joined as one just so to say
Even the pope said one day one religion to come
One wonders of slip of the toung upon that day
With the human being on earth over populated
Moer so in some places way more than others
And some religions beyond audit as thus such
One's mind pictures a globe as if family brothers
Endless fantasy being watched in many movies
Taking such a reality would render humans blind
To ever imagine they could be in reality in one's life
Could as if be to a sincere soul be so very hard to find
I remember a politician saying once like feeding chooks
Give them a little and they are happy seems with that
To confuse give them distractions they'll not know
Like a new ball and fitted with a brand new as if bat
One wondes if he was sincere in what he'd then said
But he as well since caught the same train as we all do
But I still have in mind the popes statement on the day
And wonder as well what it was that he then knew
With life on earth being another as if survival game
One's imagination has no limits as many have said
Six times thus far earth has started as if over again
One imagines yet another civilisation might be too
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