To the future prophets,
To the unborn kings,
To the lowly angels,
With plucked-off wings;
To the eternal horrors,
To the harnessed truths,
To the burdened elders,
And untamed youths
I have every salutation--
Every homage to spare,
All my veneration,
And all my thanks to bear
For you hold the world's fate,
The destiny is yours,
The choice of lasting peace
Or a millenia of wars;
And I only have one plea--
But one small thing to say:
Your future is also mine,
Please don't throw it all away.
By: E. Shaun Russell
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:~~> E. xpansion e_shaun@uniserve.com
:~~~> E. xtropy Extropic Artist,
Transhumanities editor for
All life is art, --kineticize your potential. Homo Excelsior Magazine
http://www.excelsior.org
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