Our Dreams

The water vapor from the hydrocarbon, Let the world float on what we dig, The fresh water and the delicious coke, Let the world hallucinate to get choked, The souls of brutes have turned into Homosapien, Let the world get cajoled to be naked at the instincts, The papers create the wealth to wipe out the tears, Let the trees of the nations be barren to make the tissues, Come on, Let us sing the songs of merriment, Wearing The new clothes out of sunlight, The sun will rise up as usual from the East, The newly whitened moon will arrive and leave, The piled up plastics may rest on the seabed, Poison from the black gold will ooze from the womb, The hybrid human will think without any notions, A few real human will struggle how to really sort out.