Whatch This Space Poem by Frederick Nellist

A global soap opera the earth astounds
population rises galore.
A blind multitude that leaps and bounds
with a pregnant encore.

We love and hate in a world that's small
soon head to toe we sleep.
Needs be it seems that we're here at all
there's no privacy to weep.

Aggravated hunger and poverty do reflect
dwindling resources few.
What of an approaching domino effect?
the answer is overdue.

How much more space left on the ground
as we multiply in haste?
What then great minds in the world around
has science gone to waste?