When in a crush of many misled men
Our World shutters of horrible deeds,
A counter is born of all strong women
Who bear our children, sow new seeds :
Then, fresh generations gain the wheel,
Trim the sails, set the compass to steer
A vessel toward clear waters. They feel
Gaining mastery is not something to fear :
And then, we of lesser state find comfort
In understanding life on Earth gains merit
From vitality pent up in genes of the sort
Wishing for a more perfect union to inherit.
Be this the dreams to set aside our misery
Of discontent, to discard woes, gain mastery.
Ronald C. Downie