Painted Into A Corner

Between the devil and the deep, mankind is.

Helplessly breeding, competing with nature even as she feeds us, destroying jobs for profit points when economies depend on consumers, blindly man heads for a fall.

Mankind has painted itself into a corner. There it shall live.

We didn't want nuclear waste, so we burned carbon and got a poisoned sea.

We wanted new voters, new parishioners, new customers. We bred like flies.

We must stop breeding. Must nurture consumer quality instead of consumer quantity. Go electric.

We must let population dwindle to fit the electric power supply available.

We must wait for the paint to dry. We must restore the garden.

Then we can walk away. Out of the corner.

Can we let population dwindle?