Given the choice
of family planning
or nuclear war,
several million
impulsive young men,
starving for adventure
as an ideal escape
from whispers of death
opt for disaster
since merely living
in a mass society
of too many people
drives them mad
with frustration,
boredom and fury,
their destiny sealed
as bio-chemistry
rams each primal lust
through ethnic slogans
of genocidal rage
demanding NOW
their national power
of family wealth
shall grow forever!

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