Dream Of The Rich, Nightmare Of The Poor Poem by soren Barrett

Suppose a world with too many people
Not enough food to feed good or evil
For the poor too little medical care
Not enough, clean water or air
Now suppose they invented an AI robot that did all the work
No further need for mechanic, technician or clerk
Would we then all those people need
For them no jobs only mouths to feed
Now only consumers no producers
For an economy they are reducers
With no jobs to earn money
All become dependent on daddy or mommy
And when parents die all will colapse
With the lazy children that only want to take naps
Wouldn't it be more efficient to let the idle die
Eight billion, a number now far too high
Eliminate the handicapped, the less intelligent, old, the anchors to society
Leaving only the most powerful, no further variety
No more exploitation or consumption as a solution
No more devastation or pollution
Ecological balance, without need of war's destruction
Only the best for genetic reproduction
We could not tell them, just spread disease
Without sufficient doctors or medicine an epidemic the population would ease
Just suppose