Would a fetus still want to be

born if he

knew that one day

he would go to see a movie

instead of a sunset,

 

Could he

still be forced alive

from his watery cocoon

if he

somehow foresaw one day

he is wasting away

behind traffic lights,

 

Would he spit back out his first breath

if he

knew about acid rain

and how plastic grocery bags

blanket trees outside of town

like first snow,

 

Yes he would. He wants to make

the world his own: a better place.

Somewhere without want, without waste.

Sans hatred, less haste.

 

He will be,

as Ghandi wrote,

the change that he

wants to see

in the world.

Begin with screaming

wrinkled fist unfurled.