Population Control

Have you ever stopped to think about disease

The way it works in such mysterious ways

Attacking all

at random

without one word

I’ve thought this over many a time

And it seems to me a reasonable answer

What if the gods above do not approve

Of the shenanigans that’s been going on around these parts

Mother nature is tired of the way we treat her

So she strikes

one by one

Keeping us all on our toes

So wouldn’t it be

funny, wild, strange

If all of these diseases

Incurable indeed

Simply

Our world’s way

Of getting rid of us

Tormenting each

The Sick, the family, the friends

As we have tormented her

Everything that she loves most

Her earth

Her prized gift to us

“Our World”

And in her defense

Its simply population control