The plazas are empty, swept clean of debris,

smug analyses already written.

Elections are coming, everyone run to see:

is it Newton? or El Ron? or Mittens?

But out of the glare of the media stare,

the knowledge unerringly spreads:

the old ways are broken, the people have spoken,

and a new generation now treads

lightly as snowflakes, deeper than earthquakes,

firmly they step to the fore;

unafraid of each other, knowing Earth as their mother,

occupying tomorrow's far shore.

As spring comes around, let us welcome the sound

of our children all rising as one!

Step away from the past! Find a way that can last!

Our survival demands that we yearn

not for privileged wealth, but for happiness, health,

and a sense of creation and worth.

If no one is greedy, no one must be needy --

let a new age bring forth peace on earth!

The plazas are empty, swept clean of debris,

but the rising continues to roll.

When the people come out, and again raise a shout,

trust your kids, not some fake Fox News poll!