Let our sound technologies grow
and factories and plants flourish;
in greenhouse chambers
we hope to live
watching our favourite satellite channel;
we have to have our privacy.

We sow only landmines yearly in our barren
fields, expecting a good harvest:
we must defend ourselves at all costs.
Neighbours aren’t friendly: jumping the barbed
wires, they’ve crossed the borders;
naturally they die too innocently.

Markets are blooming though families
fare worse; that’s the present trend.
Our flags and banners fly
among viable currencies;
the stock exchanges are busy daily;
yellow pages highlight the business increase.

The milk of life spilt over
a human round table conference;
fortunately its report is read in seminars.
We’ve also documented its fall
in graphic detail in various magazines; but,
what says an age-old proverb?

Why can’t we make efforts to collect
a few samples, and keep them in our museums?
Finally if our systems can’t succeed,
we clone ‘another likeness’
of this pass-free heaven on earth;
of course, preserve it in lovely form!