“Though I'm old with wandering,
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find where she has gone,
cnd kiss her lips and take her hands,
cnd walk among long dappled grass,
cnd pluck ‘til time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.”
- W.B Yeats

Fahrenheit, fahrenheit 451,
Fahrenheit, fahrenheit 451,
We're on our road to ruin.
Fahrenheit, fahrenheit
451,
Fahrenheit, fahrenheit 451,
Our paper world forgotten.
Will you remember the great cmazon?
Will you remember the right whale and orangutan?
Will you remember December days of ice and chill,
The abundant krill in the crctic Circle?
Will you remember i
njustices erased,
By tyranees and puppetries and coup d'etats?
By miliaries behind democracies,
So
-
called democracies?
Will you remember well, the beauty of all things?
The golden apples of the sun?
Will you remember?
Will you remember?
We will remember,
We will remember,
We will remember,
We will remember,
We will remember