Acid Rain

 

ACID RAIN

(2022)

Once they talked of acid rain

And even Acid Heads

Now they talk financial strain

And immigrants instead

 

The Hippies sang of peace in songs

And grew their hair quite long

Yet 'spite the many water bongs,

We still fight war that's wrong.

The rich, they'll never feel the cold

But all of us get ill,

That's not reserved for countless old,

The rich do as they will.

So now on TV and in the printers' ink,

The rich may fake their sorrows

They say the world is on the brink,

There may be few tomorrows.

As Musk and all still send off their rockets

And try to get to Mars,

They line their gold-filled pockets

And sell us driverless cars.

I read about our poor world's fate

In nineteen sixty-eight,

But Governments just had to wait

To say it's now too late

 

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