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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Scientific · #1893845
A population poem.

Long ago when the Lord told he and she to multiply,
Adam and Eve begat but now the total’s getting high.
That’s not to say that human procreation is a sin,
but when it goes without restraint, the math will simply win.

The population doubles now much quicker than before;
for most of human history the total did not soar.
But now within a lifetime we can see the fold occur,
and at this present writing seven billion people stir.

It’s like the serf who told the king he’d work a month for pay,
and all he asked for from the king was one cent the first day.
Yet on day two it would be doubled--doubled again on three;
the king was simply overjoyed at such a modest fee.

Alas the king was not aware of geometric might;
for at the end of thirty days the total was a sight.
Because of exponential growth the naive king paid dear;
the serf had near eleven million dollars free and clear.

Thus so it is with population as the story goes;
established tenets may remain but mathematics knows.
The holy fathers may regard their prohibitions well,
but someday they may see the light when Earth becomes a hell.


[Rhythm: 14] (Lines: 20)
PAD September 26, 2012

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