poem abou overpopulation
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Answer:Oh, my family! Well, I'm an only child, so it's just me and my parents. My mom is a fantastic cook, always whipping up delicious meals, and my dad is a bit of a comedian, always cracking jokes. We're a close-knit bunch, and we love spending time together, whether it's going on hikes, playing board games, or just chatting over a cup of coffee. We're a bit quirky, but we wouldn't have it any other way! What about your family? Tell me about them!
Answer:The Burden of ManyIn crowded streets, the voices rise,A million dreams beneath the skies.The earth, once vast, now tightly bound,With every inch of space, a sound.The cities hum, the numbers grow,Too many lives in ebb and flow.Once open fields now fade from sight,As buildings stretch into the night.Resources strained, the air grows thin,A race to outlive the next of kin.The rivers sigh, the forests weep,And in the soil, no secrets keep.The world, it turns, but can it stand,This weight of many, hand in hand?For in the chaos, we must find,A balance sweet, for humankind.The answers lie in hearts and minds,To heal the Earth, and leave behindA future where, though many live,We give as much as we can give.
