Agricultural revolution

A new agricultural revolution
Will only ensue
If we begin a cultural revolution.
We must pursue
The only novel available solution.
Therefore I imbue
That we dine on insects reared in farms.

Plant breeding has taken us so far
But yields plateau.
Animal farming has been spread too far.
And it shows,
As the climate changes due to pollution.
We must sow
The seeds of this new revolution.

Insects are the only novel solution,
A true agricultural revolution.

Bye bye Benedict

About time,
This decrepit man resigns.
In his time,
Infirm but firm,
As his medieval cult
Turns a blind eye
To choice, freedom and love.

Look at the stars

When you look at the stars

What do you see?

I see plates of algae.

And like sun splashes,

Bright green flashes.

Microscopy sure beats

Molecular biology.

And makes a PhD.

Impatient with patents

Patently, patents
Are becoming impatent.
We must innovate.

Intellectual property

Like a broken egg,
IP should not have to rot
But become omelette.

Maya's climate apocalypse

Since civilization's empires ruled over,
Irrespective of power, or order;
From ancient Mycenae to Tang and Maya,
Collapse has been wrought through nature's plunder.
Bouts of cooling, droughts and flooding destroyed
Irrigation, farming and trade's finer joys.
Civil crisis brought famine and stark employ;
Invasion, finally, to nations despoiled.
Fast forward to globalized society,
Interconnected from France to Tahiti.
Rather than salvation in numbers, surely
Climate collapse will wreak mass insecurity.
But unlike Mycenae, Maya and Tang -
We have read the signs...  it's in our own hands.

Industry

To accumulate
You must speculate.
But what use is speculating?
When there's nothing
To accumulate.
Unless something is made
Of our situation,
Remiss has bade.
We must manufacture
A fiscal future.
Time is better spent
When there is something
To show for it.

Debanking the myth

Imaginary
Basis for economy.
Where is the money?
If the US owes China,
Does China own the US?

Fiscal dreams

As venereal disease
Sweeps through the hareem;
Fiscal dreams
Lead us to lascivious oblivion.

The real thing this Christmas

As Christmas draws near
In these times austere,
Remember, parents,
Your dear children may scream
But persevere.
Though your children may dream
Of a Playstation three
With FIFA 2013,
A better gift, more austere,
Is a real football.
For who needs a PS3
When outside there's a world to see?