Geese are here and seagulls
Here, there, is some ice
And snow; patches, piles
And the roads filled with shame
Of mankind, all of us
Torn tires, parts of cars
Everywhere junk and salt
Cups and cans, cigarette butts
What are we?
Go back birds, take your songs
We’re not worth nice spring
This sunlight and sunshine
We deserve life in dark
You are fool to like us
We harvest what we sow
Eating shit all the time
That is our work and art
In the streets, round the house
Shame on us
Shame on us
Look at seas and skies
Pollutions, carelessness
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