How do you reduce Dickens’ surplus population?
Let the old ones die,
ship the young ones off to fight,
and those who remain are virtual slaves
or you lock them away.
It doesn’t take imagination
to see the conflagration
when heat is coming from every which way.
Let’s stomp out the flames
before they consume us in blame
and find leadership that treasures the population.
©April 2017, Christina Anne Hawthorne