By the year 2050..

By the year TwentyFifty
Out of resources we'll be
having preyed on all the animals
along with the rest of humanity

In dire times like these
perhaps a crime to procreate
to them bequeath a world in shambles
parents, they could only hate

By the year TwentyFifty
we could be living in the stone-age
have fought off invaders that
our neighborhoods would have Hemorrhaged

By the year TwentyFifty
would we worry about automobiles?
that are lying in discarded heaps
while the family is scrounging for meals

By the year TwentyFifty
how would we survive?
Would bigotries of the past matter
while we fight to stay alive?

The End

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