The Pill

Are you aware of the pill?
 Its basic design is to kill
 The fertile womb
 becomes a tomb
 for a new child unborn still
 I say, are you aware of the brute
 whose job is to wither the fruit?
 They'll cause us to fall
 our history and all
 by cuttin' us off at the root
 They say We'll stunt Africa's growth
 And Asia has too many folks
 Too large is the mouth
 in the Latin South
 We'll aid 'em by cuttin' their throats
 No, we must approach as a friend
 and do our job from within
 We'll feed 'em the pill
 that's made up to kill
 and make their beginning their end
 So poor folks of the world be aware
 For their evil design is laid bare
 Watch out for the hag
 with the little black bag
 marked Birth Control Peace Corps and Care
 It's part of a game that they play
 And it's designed to make poor people pay
 it's part of a lie
 to help you to die
 white they cart your resources away
 I say conspiracy is in the air
 to control the children you bear
 Control of the land
 is a part of the plan
 as your kind grows increasingly rare
 It's a truth to be understood
 though at first it may appear good
 But it's a menace to health
 and to lineal wealth
 since you can't reproduce when you should
 And in this respect I am told
 it is better to use self-control
 For the future and truth
 belongs to the youth
 since you cannot prevent growing old
 So make sure that your reasoning is sound
 before taking that love potion down
 For it would be a shame
 to come into fame
 for being the last one around