YEAR: 2020
In a world that has been reproducing, Multiplying since the beginning of time. We find ourselves over crowded, Struggling to stay alive. With so many people in the world, The need to survive is at an all time war. Every second, Everyday, Thousands are born. Without laws to limit this population soars. Thus requiring Americans to need more and more. The food demand gets bigger , More people become poor. The shortage gets nearer. A crisis is at the door. So with population booking, Space getting small. The government decides to deal with it, By killing us all!
This Poems Story
The way I feel about the virus
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