The Streets of London

Early in the morning I rise and wonder the streets of London. I look to the skies and see the myriad of birds which have risen with me exploiting niches around the every present ape. Life is resilient it searches for another way to exist and persist and it will long after we are gone. We do not yet have the power of the stars so we can destroy ourselves but not all life.

Also in the early hours you understand a little of the city. The immigrants rise and work, they catch the early buses. You can distinguish them from their serious faces, focused on the basics of life unlike the more frivolous natives. So we have created a social system that benefits some, but our city, our great city cannot exist without vast numbers of immigrants perhaps working for less than the minimum wage, many indisputably working in the black market. Like all great cities through the ages it is a magnet for those searching.

They look at me a stranger in amongst them, but massively dependent on them. So in an over populated world, the people are ultimately exploited, unions help, laws help, but there are too many people, too many desperate people and they will be exploited. The only solution is a massive change in attitudes to child birth and control across the planet. The number of young available people drops on a huge scale and salaries and living standards will explode for the poorest. The rich and upper classes would suffer, but the poor would only benefit.