For every river you pollute,
one child will be born,
and he will speak many languages.
For every tract of forest you clear,
one child will be born,
and she will carry the blueprint of your future in
her mind.
For every species you deplete from your domain,
one child will be born,
and he will speak of great things when only a babe
in arms.
And for every nation you oppress,
one child will be born,
with her mind attuned to the urgings of the Spirit
Guardians.
A new race is now appearing, and in ever greater numbers.
They are your beloved children,
who will save you from yourselves.
George Barnard -- 1986.
Take heart, America, in these days of devastation.
This darkness will end in Light and Life… the 11.11
Progress Platoon.
