We’re lost on this planet,
No one to help us out,
Sufferings are on the mount,
Agony, mutiny, lapses -
Generations to come -
Generations to go – all tantamount
Progress on the go, but what the use;
Wealth, richness, misery, corruption
Joy, Sooth, Hope & Admire:
I don’t fear the future,
Present is killing me.
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