Men rolling out of the hatcheries,
You’ll see one day
A mould will be made first, to be tested later
Race will be observed and colour refined
Parts will be chesilled to match with the size
Man will be making a man, quite a new one
And chains of creating the same will follow
All moulds will be smashed after that creation
Single colour, height and size; single creation and race
All unaware of the past and future,
Living in the present and dying too
Humanity, friendship, justice and security
That is, the rotten words
Knowledge, learning, teaching, altogether,
Dumped in the deepest ditch of history,
Will get rid of them
And then, there’ll be the world of stars
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