TELL ME CHILDREN

Tell me children.
Do you wish to grow up
In a world of ignorance and need,
Where every breath
Sends shivers deep into our lungs
As we try to extract Oxygen
From a carcinogenic soup.
Where everyone will live in fear
Of moving, talking, walking,
Thinking.

Tell me children.
Do you hope to live
Where scientists plan our conception
And tamper with our D.N.A.
To make miracles
Or monsters of us all.
Please tell me
That you dream of seas
That hold no life,
Where tarmac covers every meadow.

Is this you wish?
Is this your hope?
Is this your dream?

For that will be our legacy
To you.

Copyright 'Chelle Hine 1994