They have gone:
Accidents, hunger, femine,
Took them all,
poverty, crimes; gun,
As a mega tool
For it was; wars,
Grenade, nuclear and atomics
Developed by man,
To fight what, crime?
Diseases have tried their best,
Reducing man great number,
But for all these,
We are still here
To celebrate my birthday
Smiling as if,
We have no itches;
That all has been well.
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