Our globe warms day by day
We support the industry
Education must delay
All this progress means decay
In this vast drought land
I drag myself in burning sand
Among the dunes I´m all alone
Alone with dead men´s rattling bones
I see a fruitful tree
A mirage I know is cheating me
Hoping for the end
Of this self-made punishment
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