The Planet Burns as We Fiddle

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The human race;

The human race;

What a disgrace!


Ingenuity is our saving grace,

But we're in a race,

At a fast pace.


The world bakes,

And we sit in place;

What a disgrace!


Destruction is near;

That is clear,

But we have no fear!


The ostrich is our friend;

We like the sand;

Why pretend?


We can save our earth;

It gave us birth,

But we fritter in mirth!


We're the intelligent race;

The human race;

What a disgrace!

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