Joining our longings in one single voice
And each tence in one tenurial change 2
Let us plight for love and countries rejoice
No matter the views and our circumstance.
Incessantly we arrange for finding
That star of peace seen by a few in dreams
Forgetting the throes of war are standing 7
While contentious echoes we hear in screams.
We evolved ploid forms for generations 9
Yet to finalize this goal we are late
And for the ephemeral sensations
We play games less predictable than fate.
All together we could pave our long run
With a safer earth and with much more fun.
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2-.tense= any of the forms of the verb.2-.tenurial= the length
of time or condition under which something is held.7-.throes=
spasms or pangs of pain.9-.ploids= a combining form, especifying of chromosomes characteristic of a group, or related organisms. This is an allusion to Natural sellection
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