In Comes The Future Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

So Soothe sayers say, let the
Mallet fall where it may.

At this day in time nostrils
Breathe pollutants without choice.
Breathe, then heed.
At no point should you feel Worthless.
even with Bottles of OPPRESSION SURROUNDING.

LET THEM SCRAPE THE SKYS.
PROGRESS EATS THE MONEY PIES.
Throw all innocents to wild dogs.
Farewell to all left in dim DREAMS,

And those who walk forth Into the
Light of LIFE. IN COMES the
Future, for
Those who are ENDOWED with
Strength shall lead.