Damn the philistines and hedonists
that ravage fecund earth,
That exult in barren lands of mind
that are now accused of dearth,
Wretched rogues and philanderers
that float insouciantly on their promises,
that are invariably unfulfilled
What brazen fools and savages
Oh eternal land and enlightened mind
these brutes are sure to precipitate a drought,
So, irrigate laboriously
Till' you've surmounted this dire bout,
We are not crestfallen mercenaries
we're strategists, we graze the land,
And as radicals and catalysts
we must forsake the dirge and embrace the marching band
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