No politician ever pointed his finger at
Uncontrolled breeding of humans in our land,
Half fed souls where bred like jaunty rats
Stressing meager resource, that our country had;
Skin on bones they are and scantily clad-
A leader knows these men will come to them,
His leftovers is all these men have ever had
For ages these half nourished bodies were his game
More heads brought more grants, a vote in every name.
(A Spenserian stanza)
