grew up way back in the future,
when the world was ours to change;
ere this age of death and hubris
caused us to derange —

then the kindly prospect called us
to be one humanity;
now the voice of our misfortune
keens its mournful plea —

always yet it’s in the future,
that day when we’ll no more hate;
and not kill to prove our virtue,
nor desire to dominate —

grew up way back in the future,
great hope for the human race;
now i turn away in sadness
from our all-too
human
face