One day
One fine day
you'll realize that,
In summer,
You won't have
to be contented
With just two
weeks of being free.
On that day
you'll discover,
In winter,
You won't have
to choose between
Frozen bones
and a frozen dignity.
You'll wake up
to the sound of
Dawning spring,
No reason to go
back to the plantation,
No need to
have, but just the yield to be.
Who would have
made a complex world like ours
Only to let it
go to waste?
So don't you
doubt, 'cause it will happen!
Just not right
now, but there's no haste.
