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When we play with the wor(l)ds

Let us say there are some mystery in the Earths misery

Fake hysteria overshadow Natures artless history

Yet with the blazing sun come our sober pun

Savaging the dying Earth: stay or run, but we cant run

And when we look to the South, there is strive

To the helpless North, there is a hungry drought;

 The mighty sands of the Sahara and her asunder

And the rising oceans which storm the land with flood

But verily we sit without remorse, we call it civilization

The sands sink, the Earth loses her own foundation

Now the Earth seek help, from her nest of melting ice

Confused, she  knew not what is happening and why

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