Fate Versus Youth

In Ice Age frost
when mother and mate
feared all was lost
they pled their troth
for tribal growth
whatever the cost
to trees and such
they wanted both
plus now too much
industrial stink
by too many of us
bodes all extinct.

But that's no fun,
too bleak and strange
for a boy and a girl
with no place to run,
so narrow the scope
to salvage their hope
go local and rural
and thoughtfully change
this obsessive World
with civil grace
via computer link
we cleanse and shrink
our bloated race
using all our talents
to carefully conserve
what we all deserve
a healthy, natural,
Worldwide balance.

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