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Power binds, power blinds.<\/p>\n
Power sweet, power is sour.<\/p>\n
Power binds, power blinds.<\/p>\n
Power sweet, power is sour.<\/p>\n
Things are getting out of hand because the authority has lost its touch.<\/p>\n
I can see a tree extend its olive branch.<\/p>\n
But is there Wangari Maathai?<\/p>\n
Aquatic life won\u2019t survive the day
\njust like packed lunch.<\/p>\n
Industries with trash<\/p>\n
Human beings with stash.<\/p>\n
Look at the temperature surge.<\/p>\n
She just got a heat rash.<\/p>\n
And the leaders won\u2019t budge.<\/p>\n
I can see them on a rush.<\/p>\n
To steal our cash<\/p>\n
Waiting for five years to come and splurge.<\/p>\n
Here is chance To give them a purge<\/p>\n
But do we though?<\/p>\n
They gambling with our lives.<\/p>\n
Every five years they throw the dice.
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Buzzing of the phone<\/p>\n
Smelling of cologne<\/p>\n
Chloro Fluoro Carbons<\/p>\n
Everybody is alone<\/p>\n
Screens flicker in the night<\/p>\n
Smartphones glow, a neon light<\/p>\n
Connections made, but not in sight<\/p>\n
Virtual reality, our new delight<\/p>\n
The age of information.<\/p>\n
The age of isolation.<\/p>\n
The age of validation.<\/p>\n
The age of more depression<\/p>\n
Something\u2019s missing, we can\u2019t deny<\/p>\n
The human touch, the heartfelt sigh<\/p>\n
We\u2019ve gained efficiency, but at what price?<\/p>\n
In this city of the future, we sacrifice<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t teach me how to hold<\/p>\n
Teach me how to code.<\/p>\n
We are not human beings.<\/p>\n
I guess we are machines.
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