The cotton field produces
What will cover us while the
Field covers our dead bodies;
What will the water say to the fire...
The stomach can stomach all
That gets cooked with water
As a source of replenishment;
Where will you be...
Knowing that all you have ever
Gave the world was lies and hate
That bears destructions as wards;
Who cares what the world becomes...
The youths of today who know that
The future of the Universe is in the
Hands of this generation.
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