Through June July so on
But December is not the same.
In January my heart was broken
I mingled around till it was stoken;
In January next year I hope to God
There's no disruption to this December cloud
Of fumes, not golden, a bleary sea
Through to December 2050
I hope for a better we.
I did not know in Jan what
December would bring
But in 3060 I know
Humanity will sing;
The hunger today that causes us pain
Will then be just like last month's November rain.
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