by IronBoltBruce


I thought it was all about money
And the power that it buys;
But it’s about a depleted planet
And with what who survives.

It’s simple mathematics,
Dividing what by who;
They can’t make more resources,
But they can make less of you.

Forget the genocide of Third World
Warlords, U.S. trained;
It’s nothing next to body counts
For corporations’ gain.

Depopulation: Fighting unjust wars
Where suicide
Takes more of best and bravest than
Those lost to other side.


Depopulation: Firing drones
Puts innocents at risk,
And from those terrorized will come
Next wave of terrorists.

Depopulation: Fracking earth
With biocides that spoil
The water in our aquifers:
High price for gas and oil.

Depopulation: Filling air
With carcinogens that kill;
Those who survive to sterilize
By design, against their will.

Depopulation: Flooding seas
With wastes they can’t degrade;
Toxins poison source of life
‘Til life no more is made.


Depopulation: Financing
Both sides of “War on Drugs”;
With CIA as pusher man
And DEA-armed thugs.

Depopulation: Feigning
Homosexual approbation;
Stealthfully engendering
Voluntary sterilization.

Depopulation: Fattening up
The tech-sedated masses
With GMO: Accelerating
Aging as it passes.

Depopulation: Fragmenting
Have-Nots to Left and Right;
Against elite assassins
Never able to unite…


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