Sometimes I worry what the future will bring

With coral reefs dying,

And rivers drying,

And toxic liquids going down our drains,

And bigger and wetter hurricanes,

With entire species disappearing

While California forests keep on searing.


But the news these days my fears allay

With a governor telling teachers, “Don’t say gay,”

And schools banning books with unfit prose,

And a speedy end to live drag shows,

And states enacting abortion bans

While restrooms just say no to trans.

Our future’s bound to be sublime

Because we’re marching back in time.