Our world is teeming, a burden shared we bear,
Humanity's struggle, a poem of overpopulation shared.
Just to have sex because it feels good.
Why do we bring forth life when we cannot take care of what is currently here?
A question that should haunt you as our crowded planet bares more than it can.
Nature's call to propagate, ingrained within our core,
Yet wisdom's plea to nurture lost amidst the constant roar.
Hope and dreams spur souls to seek offspring's embrace,
Yet some falter, unprepared, amid life's hurried pace.
Complexity arises when choices meet desire's flame,
As responsibilities entwine with the echo of a name.
In this paradoxical dance, we stumble and we sway,
Facing the consequences of decisions made each day.
Seeking answers in the shadows of our flawed humanity,
We strive to mend the fractures caused by reckless vanity.
In this delicate balance, hearts and minds must mend,
To ensure the future thrives and our children's hearts can mend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice rhyming and interesting questions to ponder.