Numbers Game

It's a numbers game
At best you see
Five are born
Four survive
Not all are meant
To stay alive

Six seeds planted
Three will grow
Two are strong
All hopes loaded
On the one which grows as planned
Two aren't harmed but
Left to stand

Each category of creation
Purposed for multiplication
No one knows how the numbers go
No one cares except whose prone*
Nature wastes without a care
That which we refuse to share
The cycle feeds, seeds and reaps
Some of what people insist they keep

The culled will serve a purpose too
All living things are parasites who
Feed upon something that's not
One who dominates but one forgot
Submitting whether choice is given
Or if fate's equation has bitten
The number games selected crew
Armies needed and accrue.

-E.L.F.
via Eve Featherstone

*prone-likely to or liable to suffer from, do, or experience something, typically something regrettable or unwelcome.

**accrue - verb. Be received by someone in regular or increasing amounts over time.