Paternalistic pigeonholes can be breached
To reflect the complexity of the people we are,
To develop the inner space from which our life grows!
We become aware of the people we are
In the landscape of our very own shaping, in the blows
Of our hammer, in striving our fate to control,
In daring to suggest, daring to be heart-whole -
And daring to engrave a slate with our hand.
Environmental modification is not wanton destruction,
Any more than art is graffiti. The borderland
Between awareness of our human potential and reduction
(Scientific or violent), between creativity and dissolution,
Is a scene of unprecedented human migration
The wrong way. Tony's innocent solution
Was to go the right way. Towards his vocation?
Who knows? But aspiration is born in the cot -
Where it is strangled more often than not.