Economics.

The Earth is finite;

economic models are

built on the idea

of exponential growth.

You want it all - 

you think you can have it all.

Well, you can't.

We're merely motes of dust,

afloat in a great colourful,

violent wind -

water skippers on 

a vast sea of reeds.

6 billion, and growing every day. 

6 billion, and growing every day.

6 billion, and growing every day.

So much love;

so much hate.

So much trust;

so much mistrust.

They feed into each other

like an eternal serpent.

And so tumbling

will come economies

into seas of debt,

and oceans of starvation.

Sorrow.

When will you learn, children?

When?

People think they're 

welcome

in God's kingdom,

but God's kingdom

is full of nought

but dust.

The Earth has been loaned out

to a most forgetful

card-holder,

and the odds are stacked

against us.

Love is the skeleton key

to all our hearts.

Gently does it;

go with ease.

Kisses blown 

into the wind eternal.