No More Redheads
There will come a day
When the last redhead dies,
The last strand blows away.
Regional accents will vanish.
No more pahk the cah
Or ain’t nuttin fer y’all.
Languages will disappear.
Small ones like Swahili.
Then big ones like German and French.
Skin colors will mix together
Into a shade of dull brown.
No more black or white people.
Finally whole countries will merge.
Boundaries between them will vanish
Or cease to be important.
And the media will celebrate
This great union of peoples,
The final stir of the stew.
But there will be no redheads.
They’ll all be dead.
And there won’t be any more.
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