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The wind blows from east, that`s the wrong direction,
close tightly your windows, your ears and your minds,
it reeks of slaughter and racial infection
and burned specimens of unacceptable kinds.
We don`t know what really happens up there,
perhaps it is not something ugly, maybe?
or they are better of now, without a care,
and the east wind will shift, just you wait and see.
As the wind shifted and the smell was all gone,
the birds sang again their haunting lullabies,
green fields were dreaming once again in the sun,
while technicians took stock of their inventories.
It is soon time for rest and your sleeping hours,
but cleanliness first, you must take some showers.