h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

The last love
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The last glance of our love,
The last speech of our love;
It was just before the sunset,
We were on the same track.
You told nothing,
But I heard everything.
We were beneath the evening sky;
All the birds were sick for nest,
The last music of our untold speech;
It was of birds’ voice,
The birds those who got nets.
It was vain to wait for stars.
They tell nothing;
They can only hear,
Hear like me,
Hear the untold speeches of our love;
They perceived our last glance of love.
Let us free,
Let us free fro the bondage,
The bondage of love.
Let me touch,
Touch the last glance of our love;
The last speech of our love
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BBC World
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There are ninety-three TV channels;
Seven days leave,
A remote;
I decided not to go out.
From morning to night-
The channels guide,
Guide me hour after hour.
Sports!
Very interesting;
It’s the game to be pleased.
Movie!
Really amusing;
It’s the way to be pleased.
News!
Very knowledgeable;
I want more and more.
I rotated first to last,
Nothing can stop me except…
It was 60.
I always stopped at 60,
The channel speaks my heart;
The light takes me away, away from the bondage,
The bondage of religion, race and nation;
Make me aware-
What is humanity,
What is truth;
What is life,
The authentic life of the world;
It’s none but BBC World,
The final destination of television.
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Better Tomorrow
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Where the future is only tomorrow,
Nothing is important to possess.
A dinner is finished for next dinner;
A night responses the stars.
A bed keeps a family safe,
Safe in future,
The better tomorrow,
Less heat;
Few drops of water.
They don’t want to beg.
Oh Nature! They don’t want to beg.
Africa, the name of climate change.
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Dry Lives
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Life is wide enough to think,
Life is hard enough to feel;
Life is pity enough to touch.
It is life,
The life of east Africa.
Deaths of cattle are measured by children.
No milk,
Open chest;
Very tough chest.
Nutrition is the name of medicine,
The very medicine to live,
Live in the hospitals,
Live in the laps of mothers.
More often every two becomes one;
All the mothers return.
Dry dusty roads suck the tears.
Some mothers have two more children;
Who will be the next?
The terror looms in the silent hearts;
Wait for tomorrow.
It will be drops of water,
Or the drops of invisible blood.
Here life is wide, hard and pity.
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