AMERICA III
So the Youth won the world
While still it was wild;
A dangerous thing
For all concerned.
Its chimeric parts
Searching out for a destiny
It cannot yet articulate.
The Youth, like all Youth,
Is wonderful and dangerous
To all who must deal with it,
But most of all, to itself.
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