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A copter flies on Mars,
While the good Earth goes bust.
God, give us a vaccine
Against this power-lust.
The pulpits preach of good things
Inside the hallowed gate.
Outside the ‘others’ are trampled,
God, give us a vaccine for hate.
The vaccine of common love
Has long been obsolete.
God, give us a vaccine
That may such sickness treat.
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