And the ice flows like broken bones,
cracked, an ancient plaque stands alone,
reading "this blue formed a billion years",
we've hit the gas and upped the gears,
we'll melt the fucking works dry.
The mob man can call a hoax,
but soon the wheel is out of spokes,
when millions more are dispossessed,
by rising winds and seas and deaths
and borders clash the refugees,
we'll feed ours first and argue duties.
And we'll wonder what went wrong,
why the outer world is a chaos song,
why crops are failing short and long,
why every soil roars the war bong.
And when the refugees can't eat,
they'll lay the gauntlet at our feet,
and we'll just build a bigger wall
and never turn our heads at all.
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