By Jack Heneghan
What will be the future?
What will be our fate?
I wonder what will go on
in the time beyond this age.
Could we become the stuff of science fiction?
Androids bowing to Martian masters.
Or we could return to the golden age
Where we all live happy and free
Maybe we’ll revert to tribal warfare
Fighting for a scarp of food
Everyday I wonder, what it is we will be.
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