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Would a fetus still want to be
born if he
knew that one day
he would go to see a movie
instead of a sunset,

Could he
still be forced alive
from his watery cocoon
if he
somehow foresaw one day
he is wasting away
behind traffic lights,

Would he spit back out his first breath
if he
knew about acid rain
and how plastic grocery bags
blanket trees outside of town
like first snow,

Yes he would. He wants to make
the world his own: a better place.
Somewhere without want, without waste.
Sans hatred, less haste.

He will be,
as Ghandi wrote,
the change that he
wants to see
in the world.
Begin with screaming
wrinkled fist unfurled.

 

Ben Meyer

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