You know there are some persons...
(I don't want to use bad phrase)
They have on their eyes black curtains
And don't see disturbance they can raise.
You know there is a city,
Amazing city by the way.
But those people - and that's pity -
They ruin it completely I should say.
You know there is a country;
It's big, it's rich, it's strange
With all disasters in its life-tree
Which own people managed to arrange.
You know there is a World,
The only World we can have.
I guess we don't want it to get curled
But those people dig for it a grave.
Idiots
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