Bleak future.

The world is coming to an end. It must be some cosmic plan I see it in the way we treat our fellow brother man. The world has grown too crowded, with too many mouths to feed. The dangers of pollution we also don’t seem to heed. In the Fairest Cape of all places we have to clean up oil spill. Trapped in clingy blackness there the seabirds are now still. What always happens when it seems man’s grown too vast in numbers? Mother Nature unleashed her wrath through plagues, and natural disasters. The Middle Ages had Black Death and now we the dreaded AIDS. I think that we should take the hint: Our welcome’s overstayed.