How absurd to stand
On moving land,
To touch the sky
As planets roll by
To drink the rain
Knowing from where it came,
To eat fruit and corn grown
From dead flesh and bone.
To enjoy the heat of the sun,
A vast nuclear bomb,
To breath the air
That burning deisel put there!
On moving land,
To touch the sky
As planets roll by
To drink the rain
Knowing from where it came,
To eat fruit and corn grown
From dead flesh and bone.
To enjoy the heat of the sun,
A vast nuclear bomb,
To breath the air
That burning deisel put there!
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