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Here come the comedians
Watch them
Plant the seeds of doubt
Watch the seeds of doubt grow
Into vast discontented Caterpillars
Gnawing at the babies ... the poor poor babies
Who will love the children now?

God?

The Beast?

Lizzytysh?

The children of the forest are brightly colored
Flowery in thier summer gowns
Save the poor little mites
They are our future....but you know that already
Cos you know everything
Be generous and kind for the children
The children are our future

And old people...they should be venerated
Like they do in Japan
Or Lapland.

Thanks for your honourable mention in this poem, Toothy. Saving the Children unquestionably are our future. Soooo true, your last verse, as well.

~ Lizzytysh

Liz and Toothy, if we don't save the children, we are killing ourself.
Georges

....and certainly the generations to come, Georges.