Is not the end of life
Filling the belly is
Not the mark of success.
Increasing of age does not
Mean you are man of wisdom.
Alas, the earth is now
Crowded with corrupt population.
Mountains and forest are
Not save to go and stay.
Nature is ruptured
O my dear, think yourself
And your future
And do what you think proper.
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