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It’s honorable to think of our future

Generations’ welfare; forefront lobotomy

We need, let loose the fissure their

Existence pressing down, it crushes me.


Welfare for Grandfathered finger painters.

Green-Peacers greedy for tomorrow

Saving the whales for slaughter later

Stop.  It’s that which can’t be borrowed


Time.  But what about our tears

Falling fast this very moment, ill,

Still waiting for self-same forbearers,

Father’s promises, and even prophets who

Regret some decisions forever.

So what, I say it’s only my forever.

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