Future or Death?
Future or Death
Ununderstable the powers of our world
This planet full of innovations and solutions
to make bombs, guns, super killer technologies,
but there are eight billion people on this planet
wants to live somewhere. Somewhere…
Soon nine, ten, eleven… billions of lives.
Here is no space, but empty the Space
Planets, solar systems, galaxies, all the Universe
Make living space by murdering our neighbors?
Disgusting will, racism, fascism, evilest mind.
We have super scientists, science to find the way
to the new living spaces, and create more technical
death by guns, missiles, and hyperguns.
The life is our interest, together we can find the way
out from this loved small planet, its life is also limited
With our technologies and minds, we can find
the new living spaces for our human kinds
Together
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