Maybe Next Year

all women will be free
and actually control their lives
to seldom birth more than three,
while we multi-millions less
travel daily to our work
by electric car or bicycle
and always safely recycle
all our junk, fumes and trash
when, as pollution disappears,
the normal seasons return
where new breezes and wind
blow everywhere alive and fresh
so carbon-free lungs breathe
for healthy brains and flesh
that, inspired from above,
study, think and learn
to conserve and bequeathe
this profound concern
to the children we love.

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