A world ends
A new one begins
Days of thunder
Nights of worry
The money runs shorts
The crowds rumble
The propaganda soothes
where are we headed
No one knows
The precipice awaits our expectations, habits
We awake several years on
Realize it was all a dream
We start the dream anew
Our grandchildren will awake in turn in their day
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