Earn to burn in the urns of desires,
Eat, drink, sleep, xxxx, make merry
And drain the sap in the gutter holes,
which overflow to meet the dump yard
of the sea or / and add on the heaps
of the unwanted generation; Chant. Chant
the global mantra of ilu*, ilu, ilu!
Does one live by food alone?
Or in a metropolitan nightmare
Breathe some clean fresh air!
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Note: *ilu, I love you
(Republished due to errors)
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