There is drought
There is rain
There is storm
There is shame;
There is fire
There is snow
There is cry
There is pain
There is war
There is drone
There is death
There is mourn
The Anna and the Wallshreet
They all go in vain
We hide in the quilt
As the weather go insane
We care for our kids
But not for their world
As the ice caps melt
And the end is herald
The truth is captured
Tortured is prison
Lobby and bribery
Is in the season
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