We’re Not Like That Anymore, Right?

I got this angry need to waste, destroy and kill that flares up in a frickin heartbeat

I have an innate predilection for loud noises, smoke, shouting and doing injury

I want red meat with every meal, alcohol every night and lots of sudden violence

I’ve got a right to any woman that I might catch out somewheres alone on a road

I work well within the sound of screaming, struggling real close to naked flames

It’s a relief to stop my thinking and just follow the gritty violence in my gut

Kill their kids and rape their women and leave them alive with our bastard seed

Raise our voices in hoarse gap-toothed shouts and wave our fists in triumph

I’ll go off and die young and maybe leave some snarling orphans to take my place

Kill and blacken the meat that sustains us and leave the plants to the girls

Defile the gods of our enemy with our excrement and laugh harshly as we march away

Adapt the stallions that the women tamed to help us to make a more awful war

Leave deep thinking to the geeks but laugh and bellow and drink way too much

Slap your kid around until he accepts the wide mean streak that’s already there

Pretend faith and allegiance to gods and politicians you don’t try to understand

Obey as long as they trump up enemies and provide food and drink and weapons

I don’t go off searching for my soul but I sure like to suit up to go out to fight

I find my life’s deepest meaning staring at the mutilated body of another brother

There’s got to be more to life than talking and reading for those such as me

I’m not saving up or putting down roots cause tomorrow we go off to kill and die again

Give me meat and beer and tobacco and whores to rape and kick around

Let me burn their houses and whip them raw from the backs of giant horses

Beat me down with harsh discipline or I will bite savagely the hand that nears me

Give me a simple faith and just confidently assure me that we do not die in vain

I happily burn fields and butcher animals and leave families shivering and dirty in the rain

We don’t ask much, just arms and your blessing, when you turn us loose again

I am quick to anger, hold a grudge and fight with my own in times of peace

Give us meat to kill so we can throw its bones to savage dogs beside a roaring fire

I did not need to learn to read to march in step or to use my beloved weapons

The best is when it comes to fists and grappling, knives and knees and elbows

I seek no salvation or revelation but total immersion in no-holds barred deadly violence

I will waste away quickly should I become too old to march with my companions

I need to fuck up something or somebody just to quell this eternal inner need

I will work for any scheming prince, greedy priest or profiteering politician

Equip us, bless us and set us upon some enemy or we will surely come for you

We Are Sentenced To Wildly Over-Reproduce

We’ll triage on down to only those features that simply maintain human population

We can crowd out the threatened species that do not enhance our own survivability

It’s possible to squeeze out a bit more farmland by clearing those last marginal habitats

And let our madly growing numbers remain our unspoken and most basic human right

We can crowd together in sprawling unplanned slums poisoning each other’s air and water

Economies of scale blindly sliding ever more of us towards some globalized fatal brink

We can monocrop with genetically-modified and sterile seed to feed the writhing masses

Verily, all of our one true gods bless our efforts to give birth to as many children as we wish

But, deserts would not encroach, if the hillsides did not crawl with firewood gatherers

Global warming would not threaten us without 8 billion immortal souls burning fossil fuels

If so many did not desire tigers, tuna and ivory it would reduce their profitability

But we are condemned to fruitfulness and sentenced to wildly over-reproduce

A few toxic pollution hot spots would not so endanger a vastly smaller population

Without so many customers, we would not have to build our meat like automobiles

Our bread need not be forged in factories and delivered in giant, dirty semi trucks

But our corporate masters demand hordes of wage slaves and a vast consumer market

Third world children would not grow up assembling luxuries they can never hope to enjoy

Maybe we could even give each and every one of our fewer children special attention

Smaller towns and villages might reduce the awful crimes bred of urban anonymity

But which fascist racist will you permit to dictate how many children you are allowed?

With far fewer consumers, perhaps resource wars would not be so wholly obligatory

Increasing numbers lead unsustainably to food pills and cardboard homes for most

A smaller human footprint would reduce our clumsy collateral environmental damage

But only the butchers and the sadists even consider over-population a social problem

Note well how Petri dish microbes increase wildly only to then crash to tiny levels

See how our vast numbers consume even renewables at non-renewable rates

Calculate our ever-increasing population’s dependence on irreplaceable resources

Yet the fruit of His living word decreases directly with the ¾ of a million new souls born every day

Our very numbers allow politicians to dangle false choices between family and habitat

We might even leave more than debts to the future if fewer of us were consuming right now

With more for fewer, the hopelessness that feeds fundamentalism might even just disappear

But, we cannot go there for fear of losing our precious humanity and our everlasting souls

There is not one global problem a smaller population would not help us to alleviate

Perhaps less than 90% of those living would not have to subsist on a dollar a day

Of course, any and all population control is simply a form of totalitarian, atheistic genocide

Though scientists say our numbers will stabilize soon, we are already unsustainably far too many