Don't you think the probabilities are such that it is foolish for man to continue to be in denial of 1) the eventuality of his own extinction, 2) the existence of other intelligent life in the universe, 3) the basic right of women to choose what happens to their own bodies, and 4) the fact that we are the root cause of the cruelest condition of all, overpopulation.
Imagination’d e’er defy,
An Answer, still, we’d ne’er deny;
We’re not alone, just stargaze high,
At countless Souls, who occupy,
Those Planets bright across the Sky,
In Galaxies that pass us by;
Too numerous to quantify!
Clear, stellar Nights would let us be,
With Constellations, Nebulae,
Near Solar Systems, heavenly;
Grand starry Voids, we could agree,
Set Asteroids and Comets, free;
Blue Harvest Moons in Perigee,
Black Holes, Quasars, Infinity!
Whene’er you feel such Self-import,
Of Right to Life, do not abort;
Or Man, indeed, will come up short,
With no one left to guard the Fort;
One final Act; our last Resort,
To Outer Space, let’s teleport,
All surplus Folks, we’d dare export!
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Howard B. Eskin 1997