The day a child is born
No one discusses its return
The settlement of society lies
The strength of politics defies
The battle of the Mind edifices
But the truth is empirical
The child has been born
He has to chase after
A designed programme to clone
Money and power condemns
Its hope would never triumph
For we all long for the day
The Day our eyes can see
Life is beautiful
Just the way it is.
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