A CROWD BEGINS WITH TWO
By
Chief Swift Eagle

The world is filled with people,
They brush and reproduce.
They carry on so thoughtlessly.
Why can't they call a truce?

Why can't they love for pleasure,
And touch for recreation?
Why are their egos so pumped up
By rapid procreation?

Some one has to call a halt
You start in your own bed.
The next time you make love
Try to use your head.

Don't reduce your pleasure.
But think before you leap.
You have responsibility.
You should not be a sheep.

Enjoy yourself quite rightly
And follow nature's call.
But temper joy with wisdom
And we'll still have room for all.

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