The number keeps increasing
Soon we may lose count
For as we welcome the incoming
In dozen, new sets mount
Our future is being washed away
Our children made cause of grieve
Fearlessly they were taught to slay
'Cockroaches deserve not to live'
Behold my source
The land of my birth
Behold its course
Its present state on earth
Soon we may lose count
For as we welcome the incoming
In dozen, new sets mount
Our future is being washed away
Our children made cause of grieve
Fearlessly they were taught to slay
'Cockroaches deserve not to live'
Behold my source
The land of my birth
Behold its course
Its present state on earth
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